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rosenclaws · 5 months ago

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can you do a fic where worst!logan and reader have a baby and he loves the baby with every fiber in his body

Warnings: fem!reader, Pregnancy, birth, girl dad logan, angst to fluff, logan is terrible with emotions

a/n: So This is angstier than I meant it to be lmao but I love girl dad Logan and i think Worst Logan would be going through a lot if he found out his girlfriend was pregnant so. I got stuck a couple times but I hope u enjoy <3

"You're what?"

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant Logan."

The tension is thick in the room. This isn't how you imagined things playing out. In fact you didn't ever think it would ever come to this. You and Logan are always careful. Always.

If you were completely honest you weren't even sure if Logan still had...you know after everything. But one thing led to another at one of Wades parties and well...now you're pregnant.

"No. That's not possible." Logan growls.

You feel your heart drop at his reaction. You didn't expect him to jump for joy or anything but now you were scared of what was going to happen next. Would he leave? Walk out on you and the baby?

"It is Logan, I went to the doctor and they confirmed it." Hesitantly you reach into your back pocket and hand him a picture. It's the ultrasound. There's not much on it but you can a little bean shape.

"I'm about two months along." Logan takes the picture with shaky hands.

He can't fucking believe it. This is, it's a lot. It's too much. It feels like the world was closing in on him.

"I have to go."

"What? Logan you can't leave." You beg as he walks past you. He grabs his jacket and throws open the front door.

"Logan!" You shout and he stops in his tracks.

"I'm coming back, I just. I need a some time." He can't even look you in the eyes as he says it. Shame creeps into his bones as he walks out the door, closing it behind him.

"Dammit!" You cry as the panic starts to set in.

Tears pouring down your face as you fall onto the couch. With your head in your hands you let yourself cry, wondering if everything you had built with Logan was gone.

He's a fucking coward. He knows he is. What kind of man walks away from his pregnant girlfriend? Apparently he is.

The truth is Logan is fucking terrified. He's not father material. He never was. It didn't matter what anyone else said he knows deep down he'd fuck it all up. He's selfish, temperamental, angry, drunk. He can't raise a child, he can't be responsible for a little innocent life. He's made so many mistakes and he's not going to let this kid be one of them. You and this baby would be better off without him.

"You alright man? You've almost gone through half a bottle." The bartender asks.

Logan just grunts and continues to sip on his drink. The photo weighs heavy in his pocket as he the alcohol seems to stop burning, damn his high tolerance.

"Just fine." He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out the ultrasound.

He tries to ignore that little part of him that feels joy seeing it. He can't be excited for this, he can't be a father. He's not the right guy. What if he hurts them? What if he passes on his X-gene? What if his child grows up with claws just like him. What if his child hate themselves just as he did. Logan's life was not an easy one and he wouldn't wish it on anyone. Especially not his own child.

"That your first one?" Logan looks up at the bartender and just narrows his eyes, shoving the ultrasound back in his jacket.

"I've got two of my own. They're crazy but man do I love coming home to them. Nothing like it." Logan downs the rest of his glass and slams a hundred on the table.

"Keep the change." Logan walks out of the bar and finds himself sitting on a bench.

He should go back. He needs to go back. But maybe it's better if he doesn't. He takes out the crumpled ultrasound again and looks at it. He's never felt so afraid.

This little thing, this bean blob of nothing is his child. A child he's made with you. He gently rubs his thumb along the grainy picture. He can't do this, he just...he doesn't know anymore.

Would you even want him to come back? Maybe you'll realize what he's known all along, he's not man who can be a good father. What the hell does he know about parenting? He could barely call Laura his child even though she was made from his counterparts DNA. She didn't need him.

As painful as it is he thinks back to his old world. To the kids he taught at the school, they weren't his children. He wasn't a model professor. He was all about tough love. Yet the kids always seemed to flock to him. He thinks about Rogue, about Jubilee. He would never admit it but they were his favorites. His heart aches and he can't bare to think about it anymore.

He's afraid, so fucking afraid. But you must be too. It's not like either of you asked for this. God he's such a fucking idiot. He hopes he hasn't ruined everything yet.

It's dark when Logan returns. He opens the door slowly, his ears straining for anything. What if you left? What if he fucked up and you left him and he'll never get to see you again.

"Logan?" Relief floods his veins as he hears your sleepy voice. You were on the couch, cuddled up with a blanket and a pillow.

"Sweetheart," Logan drops to his knees in front of you as you.

"You came back." His heart breaks at the uncertainty in your voice.

"Yeah, of course I did. I...I shouldn't have walked out like that." He cups your face gently.

"I'm terrified. I don't know the first thing about being a father. I'm just gonna fuck it up." He confesses.

"I don't know what's gonna happen, I can't promise that I'll know what to do or be what you need. But you've been the best thing to ever happen to me and I love you."

"I don't need you to be the worlds perfect dad Logan, I just need you to be here." Him walking out that door was like a knife to the heart. He said he'd come back but a small part of you was afraid that he wasn't going to. That a baby was too much.

"I will be, I promise you that I'll be here every step of the way."

"Okay," You smile softly. You sit up and Logan sits on the couch next to you.

"I am still mad that you walked out by the way, but our baby needs their dad so I can't kill you." You hum as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I know, and I'm sorry." A few beats of silence pass before you take Logan's hand and put it on your stomach.

"We're having a baby." Logan's hands are warm and he can't help but smile at the way you just melt into his touch.

"Yeah sweetheart, we really are."

Logan kept true to his word. He was there every step of the way. Some days were harder than others. Some days the doubts got the better of him and he'd spiral. But you were always there to pull him out of it. Logan didn't know anything about this but neither did you.

So you figured it out together. Every bad day, every good day, through all the cravings, the pain, the sickness. All of it you did together. Logan even put together a bunch of Ikea furniture. Some of those instructions have holes in them now though, but he got them put together in record time.

The day the baby came was absolute chaos. Thank god for Logan's adamantium bones or else you would have crushed his hand from how hard you were squeezing his hand. The cries of your baby was music to your ears and the worst thing Logan has ever heard.

He knows babies are supposed to cry but hearing his baby, his daughter, cry and cry sent a knife right into his heart. He hated it. He wanted to push the doctors aside and take her in his arms himself. They bundled her up and place her in your arms, Logan was right by your side.

As you held and rocked your baby, Logan was silent. Carefully he reached out his finger and gently pulled the blanket away from his babies face. The tears she was shedding just moments ago were long gone. God she was adorable.

When you asked Logan if he wanted to hold her, he went as pale as a ghost. The fear creeping in again at the very thought of holding her. What if he dropped her? Or what if she cried? She's just a baby. She's fragile and small. She can't take care of herself or do anything.

It's all on him to protect her, to love her. Logan sat in the chair next to your bed, the breath sucked out of his lungs as you handed him your baby girl. Sleep was calling to you and once you saw her in his arms, you felt at ease to finally fall asleep.

Logan sat there for hours. The doctors and nurses came and went and he almost growled at them when they tried to take her from him. She didn't cry when she saw him, she smiled, giggled even. One of the sweetest sounds he's ever heard.

At his lowest Logan never thought he could let anyone into his cold dead heart. Then he met Wade who brought him to this world and gave him a little bit of hope. And Wade introduced him to you who squeezed your way into his heart. Lighting it up in a way he hasn't felt in a long time.

And then came his baby girl. Just one look from her and he's fallen in love. He's going to give her the whole fucking world and more. Both of you. His life has changed so drastically in such a short amount of time and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Careful sweetheart, let me get that." Logan says as he opens the door.

In one hand he's carrying pretty much everything except for the baby who was asleep in your arms. He wouldn't let you lift a finger since you gave birth. His protective instincts are out in full force ever since Marie was born. Every possible bad outcome runs through his head seeing you and her, the two of you are his whole fucking world now.

"Ah fuck." Logan mumbles when he sees the apartment decked out in a million balloons and gifts.

"I told you not to give Wade a key." He says as he kicks clear path.

"I think it's sweet, he's uncle Wade now. Isn't that right Marie, you're going to have so many Aunts and Uncles." You coo as you rock Marie back and forth. She lets out a little squeak at your words.

"Oh please, nothing about him is sweet. You remember what he said when he found out." Logan grumbles.

Wade had looked at Logan and then back at you to ask if the two of you had recorded your baby making session. That comment landed him a stab wound. But Wade meant well and you knew that.

"Dear god, this is horrible." Logan holds up a red onesies with a crudely drawn Deadpool logo on it.

"It's cute, I think he painted it himself." Logan rolls his eyes and tosses it to the side.

"She's not wearing that. Ever."

As Logan puts away the various things in his hands you bring Marie to her room. Showing her all the little stuffed animals and the pictures on the wall. She watched it all with curious eyes. Reaching out towards the little bear sitting on her dresser.

"Your daddy got that for you baby." You smile remembering the day Logan came home with it.

It was still early on in your pregnancy and Logan was still apprehensive about it all. He walked through the front door with this bear in his hands. He said that he was passing by this store and saw it in the window. That something inside of him just told him he had to get it, that it would be perfect for the baby.

The first bit of paternal instinct took over and it seems he was right. Her tiny hands held onto the arms of the bear and nothing was going to take it away from her. Logan appears in the doorway, a smile on his face at the sight of his two girls.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Logan asks, noticing the tired look on your face.

"Okay, just a little tired." Logan hums as he walks over and gently takes Marie from your arms.

"Go take care of yourself sweetheart, you deserve it." You start to protest at the very thought of leaving your baby, as much as a bubble bath and a nap sounded, you didn't want to leave her side.

"Go, I'll take care of everything okay?." Logan gently shoos you out of the room and didn't stop until he heard the water running in your bedroom.

"Hey there Marie, you know you were named after an old friend of mine. I think you would have loved her." Logan whispers as he bounces her in his arms, walking circles around the room.

Soon her little eyes started to close from sleepiness. Logan knows he should put her down but he doesn't want to let go of her. He wants to keep her close an safe. The small plush chair creaks under his weight as he sits. Leaning back so that he can rest Marie on his chest. He stares in awe, his heart bursting at every soft noise.

By the time you come back to her room she's still resting on Logan's chest.

"Hey there," You smile at the soft look on his face. You walk over and gently rest your chin on his head, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"She's perfect." You hum as you admire your sleeping daughters face.

"She is," Logan holds her a little tighter but is careful not to wake her.

"Do you want to put her down? I know you must be tired." You ask Logan who shakes his head.

He looks at you, then around the room. Taking it all in once again. Just how lucky can he be? What did he do to deserve any of this? To deserve to be happy. He's truly, unmistakably happy.

"No it's okay, I just want to stay here a little longer."

He wants to stay here forever. Wrapped up in his perfect world with you and Marie. Forever.

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett angst #wolverine x reader #worst!logan howlett x reader

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thesoftuglywrites · 5 months ago

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Baby, Both Arms Cradle You Now

Based on this headcanon of mine.

Reader insert is afab and referred to as such.

WC: 2.3 K

As you stood at the kitchen counter, chopping up the vegetables that would be used for the dinner that you were preparing for both you and your husband, you heard the front door open, signifying that Kento has just come home from work.

"Tadaima."

"Okaeri!" you called out, not looking up from the cutting board, the greeting ritual second nature to you.

You heard him shrug off his suit jacket, then followed by the harness that held his blunt knife. You felt his presence behind you as he wrapped his arms around your trunk and leaned his face into the junction of your neck and your shoulder. "Hey, you," he cooed.

You turned your head and pressed a quick peck to his cheek as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. "Hi. How was your day?"

“Oh, you know. Dealt with a grade one curse with Ino-kun and Itadori-kun, filed some paperwork, enjoyed the bento that you made. Same old, same old.” He returned the affections by peppering the top of your shoulder with small pecks. "How are you and baby doing?"

"Just peachy." You set the knife down and gently patted the top of your bump.

At eight, almost nine, months pregnant with your first child, your abdomen had protruded outwards to a length that you’ve never seen it reach before. With the extra weight due to the life that grew inside of you, came the aches in your joints and the strain on your lower back. Not to mention the en masse of hormones that wreaked havoc on you on a daily basis, finding yourself nauseous at the smells and aromas of foods that were once your favorite dishes to consume, ravenous for the most unorthodox food combinations, and among various other things.

Kento had been an absolute pillar of support for you during this time for you. Early in the mornings where you wound up at the rim of the toilet bowl, while at the complete mercy of your irritable stomach, he would be right beside you, holding back your hair and offering affectionate words of support. Kento would wordlessly take your feet into his lap whenever the two of you would be sitting on the couch in the den, and attempt to massage away the inflamed tissue on your feet and ankles. Whenever the peculiar food cravings would hit you, whether it be in the middle of the day or the middle of the night, he would conjure up whatever you were desiring, and would immediately start getting the pots and pans out of the cabinets, no questions asked.

No matter what you may have needed or wanted, your husband provided it for you to the best of his ability.

He would attempt to be present at every check up that you would have whenever his work schedule would allow him, desperate to know how their child was growing and developing. The ultrasound appointments were a non-negotiable, in his mind, to be absent of. Every time that the little black blob formed on the ultrasound monitor, Kento could have sworn that they hung the moon and stars in his world. The very first time that a 3D rendition was able to be formatted from an ultrasound, he immediately asked for a second copy, aside from the one that you would pin up to your kitchen refrigerator, so that he could tuck away it into his wallet.

"Do you need any help at all?" He murmured, not moving from his spot as he tucked his face back into the crook of your neck. You felt his hands wander farther forward, gently grasping at the front of your abdomen as he spread his fingers outward.

You relished in his touch, feeling yourself become more at ease and relaxed as you allowed yourself to indulge in his warmth. As he draped himself over your backside and your baby bump, you could quite literally hear the gears turning in his head as he plotted out his next move. "Mmm… no, I’m almost done. Do you wanna get out the plates and silverware while I finish up?"

"In a moment, darling. Wanna love on you for just a second."

A soft smile formed on your face, knowing what was to follow. You could felt his palms gingerly grasp your belly as Kento lifted your bump upwards, slowly but surely relieving the strain on you, your lower back, and your joints, allowing him to take on the brunt of the extra weight that your baby had upon your body. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the sudden release of the tension upon you.

It had become Kento’s "thing", per se, once your bump started to take form. Initially it had started as a routine for him to help ease the ailments that you felt throughout your body, but as time went on, it became more and more intimate for him. In his own sort of way, Kento came to view it as him holding his child before anyone else could.

What a strange, paradox these hands were; that this man was. Hands that have trained to skillfully handle his blunt knife with deadly accuracy and precision that could deal devastating blows to curses and curse users alike; hands that have been doused in the blood of exorcised curses, and knuckles that have been bruised and corroded in combat.

To the outside world, at least.

With you, however, it was as stark as night and day.

Behind closed doors, where Kento could drop the stern and austere facade that he bared to the rest of society, he was tender. He held you with such cautious regard, even before you were pregnant.

In the moments where you both were emboldened in the bedroom, with a flurry of heated kisses and and fleeting touches that were shared between the two of you, he was always so careful with you; never once has he intentionally hurt you. It was with gentle motions and actions, so ingrained into him after having spent many years with you, that you allowed him to tuck away stray hairs behind your ears, so he could better see your face. It was with affectionate fingers that you allowed him to slide your wedding band onto the fourth digit of your left hand as you two were stood at the altar of your wedding ceremony.

Kento was a kind man. In these shared moments, you were so thankful and blessed that you allowed this man to hold your heart.

He leaned slightly forward into you, his body now covering yours somewhat, seeking out more of your warmth that your body offered him. Kento gently nudged his face forward more into the juncture of your neck, the tip of his nose slightly tickled by your stray baby hairs. Feeling the strain in his arms from holding your bump, he delicately lowered you back down, relieving the tension on him, but once again burdening you with the weight.

"Missed you today," he sighed, pressing a kiss to the spot right behind the shell of your ear.

A soft, breathy chuckle escaped from you, craning your head to meet his besotted eyes. "Missed you, too."

Four weeks later...

Your body burned and ached with a fury that you've never experienced before, sweat drenching every crevice and contour of your body. You were laid upon the hospital bed, utterly spent and deadbeat tired after having gone through a thirteen hour labor that ended in the early hours of the morning when you could hear the shrill cries of your newborn daughter after she was expelled from you.

It was a grueling process that you weren't entirely too sure if you ever wanted to put yourself through that ever again, the mental and physical aspects of it taking its toll on you as your body tried to meet the equilibrium that it had before your child was even a concept; the end result, nonetheless, was worth its weight in gold.

It had been at least three hours since the birth, the hospital staff having since departed your room, the maternity nurse doing occasional rounds to check in on you as you rested, giving you and Kento some breathing room and privacy with her; you, the opportunity to recover after having your body quite literally split open.

Through a heavy-lidded gaze, you observed your husband as he cradled the bundle of blankets that enclosed your daughter in his hold. Her microscopic hand wrapped around his extended pinky, tiny coos could be heard from where you were settled.

Kento didn't say anything to her. He didn't need to. The look of pure adoration and devotion that he held in his eyes was enough to tell you that he was absolutely smitten with her.

"Is she everything that you were hoping for, Ken?" you asked, a small smile beginning to form on your face as you watched your husband gently rock her back and forth in his arms, trying to lull her to sleep.

Kento raised his eyes from your daughter to look at you, his smile mirroring yours. "And then some, darling." He approached the bassinet that was beside your bed and gingerly placed your daughter in there as if she were made of glass, allowing her to sleep undisturbed. He then turned to you, and placed a kiss to your forehead. "You should get some rest. If she wakes up, I'll tend to her. You've got to be exhausted after all of that."

Your gaze shifted from the bassinet to meet his, concern etched into his features as he discerned your current condition. You also noticed that the bags underneath his eyes had darkened to a point where you might have considered them to be bruises instead. His hair was rather unkempt upon his head, instead of the put together side part that he normally sported. Even when he tried to hide it, he couldn't do away with the weariness.

Just as it had been for you, it, too, had been a long thirteen hours for him, as well.

"I should be telling you that," you weakly quipped. You shuffled yourself to the side of your bed, even though your body screamed in protest with every movement that you made, opening up a space beside you. "Come here," you beckoned, patting the space beside you.

He deadpanned. "I'm not getting into bed with you."

"Kento-"

"No."

"-you need to get some-"

"Absolutely not."

"-sleep, dammit-"

"I am more than capable of sleeping on the couch, and don't curse in front of our daughter."

"Kento," you exasperated, your facial expression mirroring your tone, pausing him in his rebuttal. "I will be fine. I promise you. Can you please just cuddle your worn out wife to sleep? Please?"

You could see the internal debate play out on his face as his eyebrows furrowed together. "I don't wish to hurt you, though..."

"You won't. I assure you that I can handle it."

A beat of silence passed as he stared at you, before releasing a quiet, relenting sigh, reaching down to release the bedside rail. "You will let me know the second that you start to hurt, do you understand me?"

You nodded, watching with eager anticipation as Kento gingerly climbed up beside you, trying not to rustle you around too much. He lowered himself next to you, doing his best to be as gentle as he possibly can. "Don't turn your body onto its side, just keep laying supine right now. Raise your head for me." He extended one of his arms out to you, positioning it behind your head, letting his bicep and tricep act as a support for you. "This is the most I'll allow. Anything else is off limits."

You scooted closer to him, burrowing yourself into his side, giving you a chance to embrace the warmth that his body offered him. The two of you laid together in a comfortable silence, listening to the steady hum of the machines that surrounded you, along with occasional alarm that would sound off every now and then.

"I never did say thank you, by the way."

You glanced at him, subtle confusion coloring your face. "What do you need to thank me for?"

He craned his head to look down at you, an adoring expression in his eyes as his hand enclosed around yours to bring it to the center of his chest, his thumb softly stroking the backside of your hand, along the rough ridges of your knuckles. "For continuously putting up with me and my set in ways? For allowing me to be in your life? For being my wife? For being the mother of my child? Need I go on?"

Heat flushed throughout your entire being as Kento went through his list, a bashful smile forming. "You're disgustingly romantic, I hope you know that."

"I've been told a time or two."

A knock at the door to your room interrupted the intimate moment between you two.

"Come in!" Kento called out, giving permission to whoever was outside.

Your nurse peaked their head into the room, a sheepish look on their face. "I'm sorry to disturb you guys, but someone has come to visit. I wasn't entirely too sure if you two were up to taking visitors, so I thought I would ask beforehand."

You and Kento exchanged a look, unsure of who could be visiting you so early in the morning. Also, how would anyone know where you were, given the fact that neither you or Kento have told anyone that you had gone into labor.

"Who's come to visit?" Kento prodded, his gaze quizzical as he pushed himself up off the mattress into an erect position.

"A blindfolded man named Gojo Satoru?"

"No. Absolutely not."

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earlgreylatte · 2 months ago

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The Weak Link

Kids and dogs always know who to direct the puppy dog eyes to.

While on the way back to Earth, laying on the floor of the ship, you had insisted that you would pass your new younger brother as your own and take him with you on your travels across the globe as the public school, suburban route you and Mark lived wouldn’t be possible for a purple baby with accelerated aging. Mark had scoffed, expressing his skepticism at your child rearing skills and how feasible your plan even was. You accused him of just being mad that you made him change baby grape’s diapers. He told you to stop calling him that. Maybe you would if baby ube cheesecake would stop reminding you of how long it’s been since you’ve had any Earth food.

Stupid conversations and predictions filled the air as you both looked at the endlessness of space, as the still unnamed baby babbled. It was fun imagining the person your baby brother would become, especially when you wouldn’t have to wait too long to see it. You said he’d probably end up streaming Minecraft or whatever kids were into. Mark insisted he’d be much more cultured and would enjoy something as nuanced as Seance Dog. Maybe he’d be a better artist than you two and create something of his own.

Like comics were actually going to last.

Cradling your baby brother closer to your chest, you look down at his face, round, drowsy eyes staring up at you calmly as you finally reached Earth’s atmosphere, you found yourself feeling something besides dread when thinking about tomorrow for once.

(Slumped against the kitchen island, you watch your mom scrub the counters, the now named baby Oliver asleep in a crib your mom brought up from the basement. Mark had rushed back to his university, you could only wince at the thought of missing nearly a whole semester. Yes, life as a freelancer was much easier.

“Okay, what is it?” She finally asks, turning around to face you.

“What makes you think I want something? I’m just hanging around,” You deflect.

“Because you’re spending time with your mother rather than flying out to the wilderness or staying cooped up in your room,” she smirks, placing a hand on her hip, eyebrow raised, daring you to challenge her.

You hum, readily accepting defeat. You knew better than to enter a verbal duel with her of all people.

“Well,” you start off, somewhat awkwardly, your mom staring at you encouragingly, “Uh, just wanted to make sure you actually want to do…this. Raise Oliver. That isn’t really something people do when their spouses start another family. I mean, I could figure something out, release some travel guides like he did. Stick around in one spot for…however long it takes for a half bug baby to be old enough for college.”

You avoid making eye contact, mostly out of shame for whatever blob of words you just spat out.

You feel a hand rub your head, and glancing up, she’s smiling at you, “My baby looking after a baby? That’s something I’d rather wait to see happen.”

“I’m not going to be a teen mom or anything, I’m old enough to drink now,” you scoff, playfully.

“You’d certainly pass as one! And sooner or later, you’d be dragging around a moody preteen!” She laughs, before her eyes soften, “Oliver is my family too, not because of your father but because you and Mark are connected him in a way unique to only you three. And if you really want to step up, then you can do it from here, write what you want and go off when you want, I won’t interfere with that, but it’d be nice to have you back home.”

“I mean, your cooking might beat living off protein shakes and fast food…” you acquiesce and a moment of comfortable silence passes as you both smile at each other.

“I was looking through some of your father’s travel guides recently, actually. He was so proud when he was able to use your pictures for it,” she speaks up, suddenly, “You two were always going off, seeing what Earth had to offer…I’m sure you’ll pass on that trait to Oliver too before long.

You sniff, blinking a bit as your mom places an hand on your arm before she returns back to the kitchen counter.

“So, I’m guessing you’ll be taking your room back rather than turning it into Oliver’s nursery?” She asks.

You shake your head, getting up to go check on Oliver, “Nah, he’ll need the space. I’ll just take the guest room.”

“Very mature of you.”

“Yup, that’s me, the Mature Grayson, especially apparent when placed next to an actual infant.”

She calls your name, causing you to pause by the staircase, “If Oliver’s going to take your room, at least take down your little video game men posters. And don’t just play with Oliver! I’m going to feed you an actual meal!”

“…okay.”)

It was hard to believe that it hasn’t even been half a year since you first brought Oliver home, the once infant, now a walking, talking kid with the energy levels of a border collie.

Besides being purple, he’s just like any other boy in the neighbourhood. He likes playing on your old PSP and Mark’s old NDS to the point he plays it past his bedtime, he loves to play outside, and he eats all your snacks without asking. Mark calls you out for being unfair, considering you stranded him high up a tree in the backyard when you two were in middle school. He claims you’ve mellowed out, as if you were some raging dog before.

In actuality, your dynamic with Oliver was something new. You’ve always been an older sister, but you and Mark were always at the same point in life, going to school together and living the same experiences. You looked out for him, played video games with him, and microwaved pizza pockets for dinner when your parents were running late, but you also nearly knocked him out in a pillow fight and laughed at his humiliating moments. You couldn’t do that to Oliver. He’s a baby! You’re an adult!

…Technically.

You knew Mark felt the same way, knowing that you were responsible for shaping Oliver into a functional person, one that knows how to control himself, has manners and is courteous, all while keeping him cooped up. Oliver’s world is small, and it’s up to you that he becomes the best version of himself possible.

Better than you.

Better than Nolan Grayson.

But with that said, you find it a tab bit difficult to be…stern with him.

Something that causes Mark to stare at you in shock and Oliver to know to take advantage of.

In Oliver’s eyes, it’s not ‘your dessert’, it’s ‘our dessert’, always asking you to bring him something whenever you go out and barging into your room while you’re asleep to urge you to play with him.

And when faced with your mom’s sharp glare or Mark’s attempt at a stern face, he knows who to hide behind or shoot a pleading look.

You’ve had to bail Oliver out of a lecture more than once.

(“Seriously?” Mark groans, watching Oliver hook his arms around your stomach, sticking his tongue out at him as you pat his head comfortingly. “He ate the last slice of cake! That I bought!”

“Like you weren’t doing the same every time I brought back anything before you got your powers,” you retort as Oliver giggles.

“And you beat me up for it! You literally slapped me just last week!”

“That was for training, Cecil wants us in top form,” you dismiss with a shrug of your shoulders.

“You could have punched me? That slap was way too personal!”

“That self centred train of thought is what happens when you don’t drink enough water,” you loudly whisper to Oliver, who nods back at you seriously.

Mark throws up his hands in exasperation, stalking away, his place as the middle child apparently too much for him.)

So, when you come home after a quick trip to the Canadian Rockies, aiding a geologist who wanted some pictures for a book he was in the midst of publishing, you’re armed with maple candy and rare rocks to share with your family, you excitedly land in the backyard, only to see Oliver hovering in the air near the glass door, clearly eavesdropping on a conversation between your mom and Mark.

He looks at you like a deer in headlights, but you only gesture for him to move towards you, leading him back to his room through his window. The pictures you took of his Mother and Thraxa decorating his walls, your old room now unrecognizable.

“So, someone got their powers,” you comment, sitting on his bed.

He shrugs, avoiding looking at you.

“They’re not against you having powers. They’re just worried they kicked in so early. Especially since Mark was a late bloomer. It’s not everyday a kid gets the ability to fly whenever and wherever, you know.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I thought it’d be different. I didn’t know—“

“Didn’t know?” You urge.

“Didn’t know keeping secrets was bad. I didn’t mean to make mom sad,” he admits.

“Secrets aren’t always bad. I mean, it depends,” you try to explain, “Mom’s just worried about you going off and getting into fights like, me and Mark. It’s just not something a parent wants their kid doing. She wants you to be safe, and for you to be safe you need to keep us in the loop. Power like ours is…heavy. You need control and judgement before you even think of doing anything with them. You need to prove you can be responsible, that you won’t end up hurting yourself or others. That means telling at least one of us if anything as big as this happens.“

“You got your powers pretty young though, you were out with dad all the time! April told me!” He blurts out, and you jolt. She did!?

“Ah, right, I guess we were seen together for a while back then. Everyone thought I was his sidekick for a while,” you muse. “Well, I might be exactly why they’re so worried about you.”

“Huh? How does that work? You’re Singularity! You’re so…! Well, you’re kind of cool!”

“That’s because I’m grown up now, things used to be different. Honestly, back then, I was constantly getting my…behind handed to me. And I was a bit of a crybaby, so that made things worse, haha.” You recall neutrally, “It wasn’t all bad. I learnt a lot of things, from dad and my own experiences. But when it was, I never told anyone. And that hurt mom. Things are even more different now. We need to look after each other, to trust each other. And, sadly that means talking about ourselves, whether it has to do with powers, or just how we’re feeling.”

Oliver stares up at you, pensively, before brightening when you pull out your wallet. “Are we—!?”

“Now, us going out to get some midnight milkshakes? Well, that’s the good kind of secret, one between just us,” you two exchange twin grins.

“This is why you’re way cooler and nicer than Mark!” Oliver cheers, shooting up and grabbing a hoodie from his closet, before rushing back to you and tugging you off the bed and towards the window with his new strength.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s—“

Maybe you were getting soft.

Oliver: I’m going to be a kid hero!

Mark and Debbie, looking at Singularity: Not in a million years——

Cecil: Debbie why didn’t you tell me Oliver got his powers

Debbie: why didn’t you tell me about my then underage daughter’s various injuries and mission turned disasters where both guardians should have been notified?

Cecil: …she told me not to?

Singularity: I mean, despite dad, we turned out pretty okay

Mark: um!?

Singularity: what

Mark: you literally threw up two hours ago because you accidentally broke someone’s nose??

Singularity: must be an off day

Mark: your brain damage is catching up to you, and if it’s not that, then it has to be that hole dad punched through you

Singularity: saiyan rules mark, near death experiences make us stronger, it’s like exp, that’s why you’re underleveled

Mark: oh, god you actually have brain damage

Oliver haters dni

Series Masterlist, Masterlist

#invincible x reader #invincible imagine #mark grayson & reader #nolan grayson & reader #debbie grayson & reader #oliver grayson & reader #sister reader #platonic reader #invincible

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eternalguk · 6 months ago

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Our Quiet Christmas | jjk. (M)

You are my home, my home for all seasons.

↠ Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

↠ Summary : After a whirlwind year of schedules, chaos, and never-ending to-do lists, Jungkook whisks you and your daughter away to a secluded cabin for a much-needed Christmas getaway. With snowflakes falling outside and the crackling fire keeping the cold at bay, it’s the perfect chance to slow down and soak in the love that makes your little family so special… But Jungkook has more than just cosy movie nights and snowman-building in mind—he’s set on expanding your family, and he’s not exactly subtle about it. Between his playful charm, heartfelt confessions, and stolen kisses by the fire, it’s hard to resist the idea of giving Areum the sibling Jungkook can’t stop dreaming about.

↠ Genre : established relationship au, dad!jungkook x mom!reader, marriage au, comfort au, pwp

↠ Word count : 9.3K

↠ Warnings : making out, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), riding, missionary, impregnation!kink, dirty talking, begging, dom!jungkook, sub!reader (think that’s all)

↠ A/n : hi there ; merry Christmas Eve 🎄! I hope you’re all having a restful break and enjoying the holiday period 🫶🏻 I present you soft dad!Jungkook being absolutely smitten with his family. Snowy vibes, fireplace cuddles, Jungkook being charmingly relentless about baby number two, and you trying (and failing) to resist his puppy eyes. Feedback is always appreciated & happy reading 🦢!

↠ Song : Snowman by Sia

Winter had arrived. An icy serenade surrounds you yet the warmth of love is all you feel. An old Christmas movie plays in the background and the smell of home-baking permeates the air.

Comfort, peace and solace is all you feel right now.

“This years going to be different, I can feel it in my bones.”

“Guk, baby you say that every year.”

“No no, I’m sure about this one, you see I can feel it-

“In my bones.” You both say in sync, causing Jungkook to chuckle as he brings his hand to your jaw, moving your face towards him so he can kiss you.

His lips join yours in a soft, gentle manner.

Years have passed, but every time you and Jungkook kiss, you swear you feel the same butterflies that you felt when he kissed you for the first time after your third date outside the art gallery.

Magical. That’s how you’d describe kissing Jungkook.

His lips were warm, soft, and when they touched yours, there was no rush. Jungkook deepens the kiss ever so slightly, letting the pressure build with gentle insistence, the rhythm of the kiss calm but full of intention.

The two of you are lying on the couch, legs entangled under your daughter's blanket as you watch the fireplace emit sparks of warmth, bathing the wooden interior with golden hues.

“Eomma, appa!” A voice calls out, full of pride.

Areum.

4 years old and a bundle of joy. Your bundle of joy.

“Look, I fixed it!” Areum’s tiny and soft voice breaks the quiet. She jolts into the room, clutching the wooden reindeer ornament Jungkook had given her to paint earlier this morning. It had been her project all afternoon.

The reindeer was, to put it kindly, a riot of colour - blobs of red, green, and yellow mixing like a child’s dream of Christmas. One of its legs appeared a bit wobbly, but it stood proud, just like Areum did right now, her rosy cheeks flushed with pride.

Jungkook lets out a low whistle, sitting up slightly as the blanket slips down his chest. “Wow, princess, you really did that all by yourself, mhm?”

“Mm-hm!” Areum nodded vigorously, imitating her father. Her dark hair bounces as she hurries to place it on the small mantle above the fireplace.

You smile softly at your princess, watching Jungkook’s eyes glisten with adoration like a knight in shining armour. His role as a father suits him more than you could have ever imagined. The playful glint in his gaze softens into something so reverent every time Areum enters the room.

You know confidently that she is his whole world, as much as she is yours.

“Appa, is it good?” Areum’s wide eyes sought his approval.

“Good? Baby, it’s perfect, just like you,” Jungkook says warmly, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his lap. She lets out a giggle as he peppers her face with kisses, her tiny hands swatting at his cheeks playfully.

“Go easy on her, Guk,” you tease, leaning your head against the armrest of the couch as you tuck your legs under the blanket again.

Jungkook grins at you, Areum still squirming in his arms. “I’ll stop when she says ‘my appa is the best.’”

“My appa is the best!” she squeals, breaking into a fit of laughter and reaching to kiss her fathers cheek.

A Mini Jungkook indeed.

Satisfied, Jungkook sets her down gently, watching as she scurries off to grab another decoration. He leans back on the couch with a contented sigh, the blanket once again draped over the two of you.

“You know,” he begins, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, “this is exactly what I needed. Just us. No schedules, no phone calls, no distractions.” His thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone as his chocolate brown eyes hold yours, the firelight dancing in its depth.

“I know,” you softly murmur, running your fingers over the back of his hand. “This year has been so… relentless? It’s nice to just breathe and soak in the silence.”

You both sigh, snuggling into one another despite being as close as humanly possible.

“Except when Areum remembers she has parents,” you chuckle, shaking your head in laughter as you see her ornament.

Jungkook’s lips twitch into a small smile. “Speaking of Areum interrupting our silence…” He shifts even closer, his voice dropping to that low tone he uses when he wants to get under your skin. “I’ve been thinking about adding another little someone to, you know, interrupt our quiet moments. What do you think?”

Your eyes flicker to him, your breath hitching at his boldness. You contemplate playing aloof, but your husband’s abruptness stops you. “Are you serious?”

Jungkook nods, the grin on his face unmistakably cheeky now. “I mean, we’ve been talking about it for a while. And look at Areum - she’s so ready to be a big sister. Aren’t you, princess?” he called out to her.

Areum looked up from where she was arranging ornaments on the small tree by the window, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Hmm, Appa?”

“Are you ready to be a big sister, my angel?” Jungkook questions her tenderly.

“What’s that?” Areum queries, curiosity etched into every feature of her face. “How do we get one?”

You stifle a laugh, your cheeks warming. “Don’t confuse her, Guk.”

But Jungkook was undeterred, his hand sliding under your sweater to rest on your hip beneath the blanket. “Just think about it,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. “Another little one resting here with us next year. Maybe a boy this time… although I wouldn’t mind another girl if she’s as perfect as Areum.”

Your heart clenches at the thought. You could picture it so clearly—a tiny baby, smaller than a bag of sugar from the grocers, cradled in Jungkook’s strong arms, Areum’s careful hands reaching out to stroke a soft cheek and your hand clutching your heart at the scene. The cabin, filled with even more love than it already is.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you say, turning to press a peck to his jaw.

“I’m just optimistic,” Jungkook counters, his dimples showing as he smiles down at you. “And we’d be so good at it, don’t you think?”

Before you could answer, Areum runs back over, throwing herself between the two of you with an exuberant laugh. “I found the star!”

The star.

Jungkook had promised Areum that when she finds his hidden star, he will help her put it on top of the already full tree. The things this man did to get a quiet moment with you…

“Eomma, can we put it on top of the tree now?”

“Of-”

“Of course, princess,” Jungkook interrupts, sweeping her up effortlessly and carrying her to the tree.

You laugh at the father daughter interaction. Maybe you did need another baby to keep you company.

You watch the two from the couch, your chest swelling with gratitude. The year had been chaotic to say the least, but this - this simple, intimate moment right here - was everything you’d ever yearned for.

Jungkook catches your eye as he lifts Areum high enough to place the star on the tree. He gives you a knowing wink, his silent promise clear: there was more love to come.

And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to embrace it.

After the tree was decorated to Areum’s satisfaction - every inch of its branches covered in her creative flair - Jungkook carried her upstairs to put her to bed.

You decided to stay downstairs, tidying up the remnants of her crafting supplies and rearranging a few of the more precariously placed ornaments. The cabin is even quieter now, save for the occasional creak of the wooden beams and the faint sound of Jungkook’s voice drifting from the upper floor.

He’s singing to her.

It’s something Jungkook has done since Areum was a baby, and the sound of his melodic voice humming a lullaby never fails to warm your heart.

You lean against the doorway, pausing to listen. His voice, smooth and honeyed, wraps around the melody like a cosy blanket.

You carry on clearing Areum’s toys away, wanting the place to be nice and tidy before Christmas Eve tomorrow.

When Jungkook finally comes downstairs, steps light and careful, his eyes meet yours. “Out like a light,” he whispers softly as though he’s scared to wake her, running a hand through his messy hair. “I barely made it through the second verse.”

“She always loves when you sing to her,” you pout, crossing the room to take his hand. “Just like me.”

Jungkook pulls you into his arms, your cheek pressing against his welcoming chest. “I think I’ve got some magic left tonight,” he whispers in a low voice, his lips brushing your hairline.

“Oh, do you now?” you taunt, tilting your head to look up at him. “What tricks you gonna show me?”

Jungkook smirks, leaning down to capture your lips. But, before he could do so, something catches both of your attention. A faint tapping sound comes from the large bay window at the front of the cabin.

Curious, you turn towards it, only to see that snow has begun falling in earnest. The flakes were large and fluffy, blanketing the world outside in pristine white.

Jungkook steps out of your embrace, walking to the window to get a better view.

“Jagi, it’s a Christmas miracle.”

“I can’t believe it,” you run to the window, happiness like that of a child.

Jungkook stands there for a moment, his broad shoulders outlined by the golden glow of the fireplace, before turning to you with a mischievous grin. “It’s perfect. Let’s go.”

“What? Now?” you exclaim, your brows lifting in surprise. “You’re fucking crazy!”

“Why not?” he said, holding out his hand. “It’s just us, remember? No one’s here to tell us we can’t.” Jungkook pulls a funny face which you can’t help but laugh at.

You hesitate for a second, but the gleam in his eye is irresistible. Laughing, you grab your woolly coat and leather knee-high boots, following him outside into the magical winter night.

The air is crisp and sharp, biting at your cheeks and nose, but the snow truly made everything feel softer, quieter, as if the world had been wrapped in cotton wool and there was no way out. The two of you stand on the small porch, the snow crunching underfoot, watching as the forest rapidly around you transforms into a winter wonderland.

Jungkook turns to you, his eyes sparkling. “Dance with me, jagi.”

You laugh again, shivering as he grabs your hands. “There’s no music, you idiot!”

“Sure there is,” he replies swiftly, stepping closer. “Listen. The wind, the snow, the quiet. That’s all the music we need.”

Jungkook begins to sway with you, his hands warm as they enveloped yours. The two of you move slowly, his body sheltering you from the cold. Snowflakes are caught in his dark hair, his nose reddening from the chill, but he looks as handsome as ever, his smile lighting up the night.

“This is what I meant,” he hushly says, voice low and intimate. “Just us. No rush, no noise. Just you, me, our princess, and moments like this.”

You move forward to rest your head on his chest, letting the quiet envelop you both in a warm hug. Jungkook’s arms tighten around you, his chin coming to rest on your head.

“I think you might be right,” you whisper, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

“Right? About what, love?”

“This year being different. It already feels like it is.”

Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes softening. “It’s different because we make it that way,” he reassures you, brushing his thumb along your jaw. “And we will keep making it better. Every year, every moment. Together.”

The snow continues to fall, and for a while, you simply stand there, swaying in the quietude, wrapped in each other’s arms. The world around you disappears, leaving only the two of you and the love that made every moment worth remembering.

Once the cold began to creep through your coats and boots, Jungkook insisted on pulling you back inside, laughing at the way your teeth chattered as you kicked off your snow-covered boots.

You now stand in the living area, shivering like a child in a cold cradle.

“I told you it was too cold,” you huff, trying to warm your hands with your breath.

“And I told you it was worth it,” he nonchalantly replies, tugging off his gloves and taking your icy hands in his. His larger palms envelop yours, the heat of his touch sending a shiver up your spine. “Better, baby?”

You nod, letting him guide you back to the couch.

Jungkook grabs the blanket you were sharing earlier, draping it over the two of you as you snuggle close, your body seeking the warmth radiating from him.

The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. Jungkook reaches for the mug of hot chocolate he’d abandoned earlier, holding it to your lips for you to sip. The sweetness and warmth spread through your chest, and you sighed in contentment, leaning back into his embrace, inhaling his woody scent.

For a while, neither of you speak, simply basking in the serene silence and your comforting presence. Jungkook rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms circling your waist as you both gazed at the fire.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course, babe.”

Jungkook hesitates for a moment, his thumb absently tracing circles on your hip. “I meant what I said earlier, you know? About wanting another baby.”

You turn slightly to look at him, your brow lifting in curiosity. “Really?”

“Yes,” he says confidently, his eyes soft but steady. “Areum’s growing up so fast, and every time I see her smile or hear her laugh, I think… we made that. You and me. She’s this perfect little person, and I can’t help but think how amazing it would be to do it all over again.”

Your heart swells at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it impossible to brush off the idea. You’d talked about it in passing before, but the way he spoke now felt different.

Earnest. Hopeful. Loving.

“You make it sound so easy,” you chuckle, though your voice was softer than you intended.

Jungkook snickers, his breath warm against your neck. “I know it’s not. The sleepless nights, the mess, the chaos… but it’s worth it, isn’t it? Every bit of it. I mean, just look at what we’ve already got.”

Your gaze flicks to the staircase, where you could just imagine Areum fast asleep in her bed, her little chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm.

“You’re right,” you admit, turning back to him. “She’s the best thing we’ve ever done.”

Jungkook leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “And we can do it again,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. “If you’re ready, of course.”

Your eyes meet his, searching them for any trace of doubt, but there is none. Only love and unwavering belief in the life you’d built together.

A soft smile tugs at your lips. “Maybe,” you say, your tone playful but your heart already leaning towards yes. “We’ll see.”

Jungkook’s grin widens, the dimple in his cheek making an appearance. “That’s not a no.”

Jungkook’s persistence was truly admirable.

“It’s not a yes either,” you counter, however, you can’t stop yourself from laughing as Jungkook leans in to kiss you, his hands sliding up your back.

“You’ll come around,” he mutters against your lips, voice low and teasing. “You always do.”

“Don’t get ahead yourself, mister,” you chuckle as you move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

The fire crackles before you, its warmth matching the heat building between you.

Jungkook’s kisses deepen, his hands tighten their hold on you, and for a moment, the world fades again, leaving only the two of you in your little cocoon of love.

But then a soft cry breaks the moment, drifting down from upstairs.

“Eomma? Appa?”

You both freeze before pulling back with identical smiles, your foreheads pressed together.

“Think she had a dream,” Jungkook utters, his voice laced with affection.

“Your turn,” you whisper, nudging him gently.

Your husband groans in mock protest but stands fairly quickly, tossing the blanket aside. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“I think we’re even,” you tease, watching as he heads towards the stairs.

Jungkook pauses halfway up, turning to look back at you with a smile so warm it rivals the firelight. “We’ll pick up this conversation later.”

You laugh softly, pulling the blanket tighter around you as he disappears upstairs. The fire continues its steady crackle, and you lean back into the couch, your heart full as you listen to Jungkook’s soft voice comforting Areum.

It was in moments like this - simple, unassuming, and utterly filled with love - that you realised you’d already found everything you’d ever wanted. And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to grow it a little more.

The cabin is quiet again.

You hear Jungkook’s footsteps, soft, as he makes his way back down the stairs. Areum must have settled quite quickly.

You are still curled up on the couch, the firelight painting your skin with a warm glow as you scroll through TikTok.

Jungkook pauses at the end of the staircase, leaning on the banister for a moment, his eyes fixated on you.

“You’re staring,” you sing, your lips curving into a lazy smile.

“Can’t help it,” he replies, pushing off the banister and crossing the room to sit beside you. “I have the most beautiful wife in the world.”

“You always know what to say,” you taunt, resting your head against his shoulder as he pulls the blanket back over both of you.

His arm comes around you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm. “What can I say? I’m a man in love.”

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, scrolling through your FYP as the fire crackles softly, a contrast to the snow that continues to fall outside.

Jungkook’s hand never stops moving, his touch soothing and intimate, as if he needed to keep that connection to you at all times.

“You know,” he interrupts the silence eventually, voice deep, “when I first thought about taking you and Areum out here, I wasn’t sure if I’d done the right thing. It’s so… quiet.”

“Mhm?” You urge him to continue.

“Another part of me felt bad for leaving our family, but…” Jungkook pauses, trying to find the right words.

“It was exactly what we needed,” you finish his sentence for him, softly, nuzzling into his side.

“Yeah,” he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just didn’t realise how much I needed it too. Being here with you, with her… it’s like everything else has immediately faded. All that stress, the busyness, it just doesn’t matter anymore.”

You tilt your head up to look at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his expression. “Guk, you have worked so so hard for us. For everything. You deserve this time just as much as we do.”

Jungkook knew in that moment that you were his comforting love. The fort that comes in advance of danger. His protection before the need for that even arises. For you, he was the softest thing in the universe. There was a solace in feeling the goodness of your soul. You always carried a gentle certainty that Jungkook was born to absorb and accept love.

People had always told you, you were lucky to have Jungkook. But Jungkook knew, he was luckier to have you.

He meets your gaze, his dark eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper, something unspoken but understood. “You make it all worth it,” he says in simple words.

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. His lips linger on yours, slow and tender, as if he were trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into that single moment.

When you pull back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your cheek. “I know I keep bringing it up, but… I really can’t stop thinking about another baby,” he whispers, his voice tinged with both hope and hesitation.

You laughed tenderly, your fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”

“Only because I know how good we’d be at it,” he argues, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “And if I’m being honest, I’m kind of selfish. I want more moments like this. More little hands to hold, more giggles filling the house. And more time with you, building this life together.”

Your heart clench’s at his words, the integrity in his tone making it impossible to tease him this time.

“What if I said yes?” you ask quietly, your voice barely audible over the fire’s crackle. A newfound shyness came over you.

Jungkook’s breath hitches, his eyes widening slightly as he pulls back to look at you fully. “You mean it?”

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ve been thinking about it too. And you’re right… Areum deserves to have a little partner in crime. And I…” You trail off, your cheeks warming under his intense gaze. “I think I’d love to see you holding another baby of ours. To see our family grow.”

The smile that spread across Jungkook’s face was brighter than anything you’d seen all night. He let out a breathless laugh, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he whispers against your hair.

You cackle, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Jungkook pulls back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “You’re incredible, you know that? I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you reply, swatting lightly at his chest. “If anything, I don’t deserve you.”

“We’ll just have to agree that we’re both pretty lucky,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you again.

This time, the kiss is deeper, filled with promises and excitement for the future you’d just agreed to build together. The fire burns low in the hearth, and outside, the snow continues to fall, blanketing the cabin in a hush that seemed to echo the love you shared.

When you finally pull apart, you settle back into his arms, the blanket cocooning you both.

“So… when should we start?” Jungkook asks, his voice light but laced with mischief.

You laugh, swatting at his chest again. “How about we enjoy the rest of this quiet night first?”

“Fair enough,” he says with a grin, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

As the fire’s glow dims and the snow piled high outside, you close your eyes, the steady rhythm of Jungkook’s heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. And though the night was quiet, your dreams were filled with the sound of tiny feet and laughter, and the warmth of a love that felt boundless.

It was now 1AM.

The two of you were awake again.

The cabin was silent save for the soft crackle of the flames. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in the same blanket that had been your haven all evening, Jungkook’s arm draped lazily across your shoulders.

His fingers trailed absent patterns along your arm, the touch light but deliberate, sending tiny shivers over your skin. You lean further into him, sighing in contentment as your head rests against his chest.

“I love this,” you say softly, the words barely audible over the quiet.

“This?” he questions, his voice low and warm.

“Us,” you clarify, tilting your head to look up at him. “This moment. It feels… perfect.”

Jungkook’s lips quirk into a small, almost boyish smile as he leans down to kiss your forehead. “It’s because we are perfect,” he teases, his voice teasing but laced with sincerity.

You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. “Confident?”

“Always,” he replies, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers linger against your cheek, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

The mood shifts subtly but unmistakably.

Jungkook’s hand slides down, his fingers grazing your jaw before settling at the nape of your neck. He leans in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, his other hand slipping around your waist to pull you inevitably closer.

The blanket falls slightly as you shift to become more comfortable in your husband’s embrace. Your hands find their way to Jungkook’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. He groans softly against your plush lips, his fingers tightening their hold as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss further.

Kissing Jungkook always felt so poetic. In the emotions of his kisses, you could understand a language so passionate, it transcended the works of the greatest poets combined.

When your husband finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing slightly uneven. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he admits, his voice husky and low.

“Thinking about what?” you ask, though the heat in his gaze is leaving very little room for doubt.

Jungkook grins, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “About how much I want you.” He kisses your forehead.

“About how much I love you.” He kisses the tip of your nose.

“And…” He pauses, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “About how nice it would be to give Areum a little sibling.” Jungkook leans forward to capture your lips again, but you swiftly pull him back by his luscious brown tresses.

Your eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by his boldness. “Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting lightly at his chest, your cheeks warming at the suggestion.

“What?” he asks innocently, though his grin only widens. “I’m just reminding you that you said yes.”

“I-“

He cut you off with another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate. More urgent.

And when he pulls back, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, “Maybe I can convince you tonight.”

Your heart races at the low, teasing tone of his voice. His hand slips beneath the hem of your sweater, his touch warm against your skin as he traces light patterns along your back.

“You’re crazy,” you whine, though your voice lacked any real protest.

Jungkook chuckles, his breath hot against your neck. “Only because I know how amazing we are together. And because I love the idea of us growing our little family.”

The sincerity in his words melts any resistance you might have had, and you find yourself leaning into him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“You wanna start trying already?” you ask softly, your lips brushing against his.

Jungkook pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with excitement and love. “Well, we shouldn’t waste any time.”

You laugh, your heart full as you let him guide you closer, his lips capturing yours once again. The fire burns low, its warmth nothing compared to the heat between the two of you.

“Let’s head upstairs,” Jungkook says as he pulls away. “I want to do this properly.”

You eyes soften as you nod. Preparing yourself for the night to stretch on, knowing it will be filled with whispered promises of love and … filth.

The bedroom is dimly lit, the only light coming from the crackling fire in the hearth and the glow of the Christmas lights strung around the bed. The air is warm, thanks to the fireplace, and is scented with the faint aroma of pine and cinnamon.

Jungkook sets you down on the ground gently, his hands lingering on your hips as he steps back to admire you. Your red sweater and matching skirt make you look like a holiday gift, and he couldn’t wait to unwrap you.

“Take it off,” he commands, voice calm yet husky. “Slowly.”

Your cheeks warm, but you obey, your hands moving to the hem of your sweater. You peel it off inch by inch, revealing the lacy black bra underneath.

The universe was on your side.

Jungkook’s eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he watches you. When you finally toss the sweater aside, his hands are on you again, thumbs brushing over the lace before slipping beneath it to cup your breasts.

“You look beautiful,” he declares, voice low yet you are still able to sense that it is thick with emotion.

A smile tugs at your lips as you glance up at him. Jungkook moves closer, lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a velvety caress that makes your skin prickle with heat.

You laugh softly, leaning into him. “It feels like our first time all over again,” you say, heart racing.

“Does it?” he asks, although you know he isn’t looking for an answer.

The air between you and your husband is thick.

Thick with anticipation.

The low flicker of the fire casts a light shadow across his features as he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world. One hand rests on your hip, his grip firm yet gentle, as he thumbs at the band of your lacy underwear. The other is wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though he’s scared you’re about to get away.

You gaze at one another with eyes full of love.

Jungkook is a drug. Your drug. One touch from him and the intoxication is instant. It always has been.

This man could tell you to do anything, absolutely anything, and that is exactly what you would do. His gaze, his scent, his everything sends you into a heady trance.

You guide his digits to your centre, your sticky core waiting for him. Jungkook rubs your soaked lacy underwear, groaning deeply as he takes in your wetness.

“And I thought it was just me who was excited,” he whispers in an indulging tone, voice rich with lust as he draws you closer with his free hand, lips finding yours. “Look at you, angel, you’re fucking drenched.”

You respond by pulling him closer by dark tendrils, capturing his lips against yours. The kiss starts slow, tender, but it doesn’t take long for the heat to intensify.

Jungkook’s hand slides up to cradle your jaw, angling your face as his lips move against yours, each kiss growing deeper, hungrier. Your fingers tangle in his soft strands as you tug gently, earning another low groan from your husband, vibrating against your mouth.

“Jungkook…” you whine between kisses, your body starting to need more.

Before you can say anything else, his hands are on your waist, lifting you effortlessly like you weigh absolutely nothing. Jungkook carries you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours, and when your back hits the mattress, the world tilts slightly.

You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe with one another. And then? Then Jungkook is all business.

Pulling your underwear off, he begins by kissing from your toes upward, slowly, his hands on your legs, always inching just a little higher than the kisses he plants.

Your back arches in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. And as he does, your head rocks against the fluffy pillow, the first moan escaping your lips.

Jungkook hovers above you, one knee pressing into the bed. His dark hair falls forward, brushing against your skin as he leans in, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jawline and then lower, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your neck before pulling back slightly.

The mattress dips beneath his weight as he shifts, his free hand bracing beside your head. You feel the tension in his body - the strength in his arms as he hovers above you, the control in every deliberate movement - and it’s intoxicating.

Your hands roam down his back, tracing the lean muscles. The firelight casts golden shadows across his bare chest, highlighting every dip and curve, and for a moment, all you can do is stare.

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips brushing yours as he teases, “See something you like?”

You roll your eyes, but your laughter catches in your throat as his mouth claims yours again. The kiss is hotter, slower, more deliberate, pulling you further under his spell. His hands explore every inch of you, mapping your body as though he’s determined to remember every detail, his touch setting your nerves alight.

“You’re irresistible,” Jungkook groans, the sound itself sending you into a deep spiral.

He bends down, his mouth capturing one nipple through the fabric, sucking gently until you arch into him, another moan escaping your lips, louder this time. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavishes attention on your other breast, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive peak.

Arching into him, you massage his scalp and moan pleasurably as he prods at your nipple with his scandalous tongue. He fondles your other breast, kneading it which has you sighing out in bliss.

“Oh fuck, I love your tongue,” you whine gratifyingly whilst he continues his soft assault on your breast, sucking and tugging at your nipples lewdly. Your fingers inch further into his hair when you feel him jut his tongue out, licking around the soft area.

Jungkook moves to place kisses between the valley of your breasts, making his way further down your sexy body, still fondling your breasts delightly. You arch further into him, half-lidded gaze peering down at him, massaging his scalp whilst he perfectly nips at your smooth skin, ascending you to cloud nine.

Sighing out in sheer ecstasy, you tug Jungkook closer to you. His hand canvases down your body, cupping your soaked sex in his palm.

You let out a scandalised gasp, gut filling with heat.

“Always so fucking wet, princess,” Jungkook groans as he glides his two fingers through your tight cunt. You brace yourself on his broad shoulders, breathing heavily and Jungkook revels in each sultry sound that leaves your pretty mouth.

“J-just for you,” you manage to whimper out as his fingers skim around your battered mound. Jungkook begins to push your legs apart and releases a satisfied hum when he sees how soaked your cunt is for him.

Jungkook pulls back, winking at you before moving forward to kiss down your body. To where you need him most. His lips adorn every inch of your body and your core ignites when you feel him reach closer to your already naked sex.

Jungkook’s eyes locking onto yours as he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. The garment falls, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze. His hands roam over your body, tracing every curve, every dip, while his lips replaced his fingers, kissing and nibbling along your collarbone, your shoulders, your throat.

“You’re mine,” he growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. “All mine.”

You shudder from the cold, now completely naked, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he hovers above you. His fingers trail down your stomach, stopping just above where you need him most. He glances up at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief before his fingers dipped lower, sliding through your folds.

“So wet for me,” he groans, voice dripping with possessiveness. He circles your clit once, twice, before delving inside you, his fingers thrusting deep as he continues to stroke your most sensitive spot.

Jungkook’s thumb was gentle yet insistent as he traced lazy circles around your clit, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You lay back against the plush pillows, your breath hitching as he leans over you, his dark eyes smoldering with desire. His lips brushes against your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispers, “Everyone will see you swollen and know I’ve fucked you.”

You moan, unable to form words as his fingers dip inside you, teasingly slow at first.

Jungkook watches your face intently, his thumb pressing against your clit in a rhythm that has you arching off the bed. “You’re so hot,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval. “So ready to be bred.”

His fingers move faster now, scissoring inside you while his mouth trailed kisses along your jawline. “Tell me,” he demands, his tone commanding yet laced with tenderness. “Tell me how much you want this.”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hips instinctively meeting his hand. “I want… I want you so bad.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Not just me,” he corrected, his voice growing deeper. “You want our baby. Tell me.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as the weight of his words settles over you. “I do,” you admit, voice trembling. “I want - oh, God ; I want everything with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes are coloured with a shade of satisfaction, as he adds in another one of his delicious fingers, satiating your ache for more.

You cry out, your hands gripping his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure seeps through you. Jungkook’s free hand moves to your plump ass, squeezing roughly as his fingers pick up speed, plunging in and out of you with increasing urgency.

“Tell me,” he demands, his voice gruff. "Tell me who’s got you soaked."

“You,” you croon, your voice breaking. “I’m wet for you.”

At your words, he stands, lifting you once again and placing you on the edge of the mattress. His fingers leave your aching core, and you only hope it is replaced by his mouth, the image of his tongue lapping at you with fervor making you shudder.

You cry out his name, your back arching as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

Jungkook moves his head in front of your cunt, breathing against it deeply, knowing the sensation of his hot breath would spur you on further.

And it certainly does.

You jerk rapidly as Jungkook places a kiss to your clit and your insides constrict, anticipating his next ministration.

“Can I eat you out?,” Jungkook huskily asks. He knows how tired you must be, so he ensures he’s safe to go ahead. Your chest swells with butterflies, in awe of how caring your husband is.

You move forward and cup his cheek, urging him to look towards you. You smile at him brightly, nodding your head and place a quick peck against his swollen lips.

Jungkook is quick to get back in position, paying attention to your leaking cunt again. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, letting them rest there daintily. You lean back, palms planted on the mattress beneath you as you savour the view before you.

Your sexy husband stands before you with his exposed, tanned and Apollo-sculpted body ready to devour you whole. Jungkook breathes against your folds and you quiver with arousal. His hands massage the inside of your thighs, calming your anticipation.

“My wife’s so pretty,” he whispers before moving to press a gentle kiss on your clit. You shudder at the sensitivity, bucking your hips into his face, yearning for more.

You run your fingers through his dark tresses, tightening your grip on his scalp. “Jungkook, pleasee,” you whine, arching into him more in the hopes that he’ll provide you with some form of relief.

“Patience baby,” Jungkook murmurs before jutting out the tip of his tongue and lightly tracing your nether lips. You squirm, moaning his name shamelessly and uttering soft pleas as you mentally pine for more contact from his skillful tongue. Jungkook feels more turned on as he hears you become more needy despite him not having done very much.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he growls before licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. He latches onto your quivering cunt, making out with it and sucking on your labia. Jungkook buries himself further as he gathers your slickness on his tongue. You mewl at the euphoric sensation his tongue supplies and he provides you with no mercy as he eats you up with his masterful tongue.

Bucking your hips closer to his face, you wordlessly beg for more and Jungkook abides almost immediately, lapping at your folds like a starved man. He flattens his tongue against your cunt, generously sucking on the pulsing bud. Jungkook groans at the sweet flavour of your juices that has you reeling for more.

He repeatedly licks up your slit shamelessly, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his own neck with no care in the world. He basks in the mess between your legs, chest swelling with pride as he realises it’s all for him. Only him.

“Fuck,” he moans into your cunt, “your pussy always tastes so good. Fucking missed this,” he says as if he hadn’t woken you up by eating you out this morning.

His large, tattooed hands fail to stay still. They move from holding your thighs apart to having a tight grip on your ass, pulling you further into him.

“L-love seeing your face between my thighs,” you manage to voice weakly.

“I know you do,” Jungkook replies whilst bringing his thumb to rub against your aching clit. You rut your hips in his face, head falling back as the pleasure washes over you.

“Jungkoook, fuckk.”

He buries himself closer into your pulsing folds, nose burrowed deep within. Your hips develop a mind of their own and you begin to grind against his face, practically riding it. Jungkook hums satisfyingly as he moves his hands to rest on your ass again. He probes you forward and rocks your hips back and forth against his face making you grab a fistful of his hair, earning a slight hiss from him.

His hooded eyes meet your own and you send a lazy smirk his way as you rut your hips against his face. Your wetness from riding his nose, chin and tongue glistens on his skin which somehow turns you on more.

“Ahh shit,” you cry out, internally thanking the Heavens above that your cabin is located in a secluded area. You only hope Areum doesn’t wake up.

Whilst you continue to ride his face, Jungkook licks up and around your folds ravenously and his fingers bore into the meat of your ass.

He angles himself better and secures his lips down around your mound, dragging his tongue around until he latches onto your sensitive clit again. You moan lewdly and lurch when you feel Jungkook press his devious tongue against your throbbing bud.

“I’m gonna come!” You cry out, riding his face at a faster pace and your grip on his hair becoming tighter. Jungkook suckles your clit, tongue running through your folds, providing you with eons of paradisiacal pleasure. He shoves his face deeper into your cunt, violently capturing it with his plush, swollen lips and his grasp on you becomes harder.

You feel him smirk against you before he brings those bunny teeth of his and bites down on your clit. Your body jolts at the impact, but still manages to send hot, orgasmic spikes of arousal through your veins.

“Oh fuck,” you sharply moan, the need to come undone too prominent now.

“Come for me, angel,” he coos at you, hands moving to soothe your lower back. His dulcet voice does it for you and you feel your orgasm wash over you vigorously. Your hips grind against your husband's stupidly handsome face and he laps at your palpitating pussy.

Your mind spins and stomach bubbles as you come down from your high. Jungkook continues his assault, lapping at thecum that stains your cunt before he pulls away. You meet his desperate eyes, shimmering lips and a scandalous grin as he pants harshly.

You beckon him to you eagerly, hands growing taxed as you reach for his sweaty neck and pull him in for an all too chaste kiss. Smothering your mouth with his, you groan as you taste your essence on his enticing lips.

You devour his mouth, nibbling at his plump lower lip.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

You chuckle at him simping over you once again, tugging him closer. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist and continue to mouth at him languidly, tongues tangling together.

Jungkook smiles against you, gushing at your sudden boldness. He runs his hand up and down the expanse of your back, gleefully continuing to make out with you.

But he isn’t done yet. When you were teetering on the brink, Jungkook pulls away, standing and stripping off his own clothes in seconds. His cock is hard and throbbing, and you can’t help but reach for him, your fingers curling around his length.

“Not yet,” he growls, stepping back. Jungkook positions himself between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Look at me,” he commands, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m fucking you full of my cum tonight.”

With that, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he claims you, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Every thrust is deliberate, every movement calculated to bring you both to the edge.

Jungkook’s hands grips your thighs, holding you steady as he pounds into you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, voice ragged. “Always so tight and ready for her husband.”

You cling to him, legs wrapping around his slim waist as you meet every thrust, your bodies moving as one. The tension between you is electric, crackling in the air as you both race toward release.

Then, without warning, Jungkook pulls out, flipping you onto your back and positioning himself between your legs once more. He grabs hold of your hips, lifting you slightly before slamming back into you.

“Ride me,” he demands with his sultry voice.

“Jungkook!” you cry, your hips rising to meet his, your body instinctively obeying his command. You shift your position, your core contracting around him as you take control, riding him with everything you had.

“Jungkook, you fuck me so good.”

“I know baby, I know,” he says, almost condescendingly.

Jungkook’s hands grips your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you with precision. You feel the intensity of his desire in every movement, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Ride your husband’s dick like you mean it.” His voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine.

You obey without hesitation, rising slowly at first, the sensation of him inside you igniting a fire that spreads through your core. Your breasts bounce gently with each upward motion, the weight of them reminding you of how close you both are to this shared dream.

Jungkook’s eyes never leave yours, his dark irises locked onto your gaze as if he can see straight into your soul. There is no doubt that he probably could.

“Faster,” he urges, his hand moving from your hip to your thigh, encouraging you to pick up the pace. You comply, drawing in a sharp breath as your body adjusted to the rhythm.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your bodies colliding, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing softly. Jungkook’s other hand finds your breast, kneading it roughly as his thumb brushed across your nipple, sending electric shocks through your system.

“Do you feel how ready you are for me?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with possessive heat. “Your body is perfect, so wet, so tight for me.” His words sent a wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you can’t help but moan loudly, your head falling back as you surrender to the sensations.

Jungkook takes advantage of your distracted state, shifting his hold on you and flipping you onto your back once more. His chest pressed against yours, his weight grounding you as he begins to thrust deeply, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Tell me you want my baby.”

The intensity of his question catches you off guard, but the truth is already bubbling up from deep within you. “Yes,” you whine, clutching at his shoulders as his thrusts grow more urgent. “I want you, I want this… want us.”

His response is rough, hips snapping forward as he drives into you with renewed vigor. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with arousal.

“So good for me.” He reaches between you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in circles that synced perfectly with his movements.

You cry out, your body arching off the bed as the pleasure builds higher and higher. Jungkook’s hand moves again, this time slipping lower, two fingers pressing into you alongside his cock. “God, you’re so wet for me,” he notes, voice strained. “So ready to become a mother again.”

The combination of his fingers and his cock was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body lighting up like a firework. You can feel the orgasm building, closer and closer until there is no holding it back.

“Jungkook!” you scream his name, your body convulsing around him as you come, stars bursting behind your closed eyelids.

He doesn’t stop, not even for a second. If anything, his movements become more intense, his breathing ragged as he chases his own release. “Stay with me, baby,” he commanded, his voice gravelly. “Don’t let go yet.”

You cling to him, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he continues to pound into you, his fingers still working their magic. “Almost there,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his climax. “Almost…”

And then he freezes, his body tensing as he comes inside you with a deep groan, his seed spilling into you with an urgency that betrays his desperation to make this moment real. “Mine,” he says roughly, voice breaking as he collapses onto you, his breathing heavy.

For a long moment, neither of you speak, the only sound heard is the rapid beating of your combined hearts.

Jungkook’s lips find yours, kissing you deeply as if sealing the promise they had just made.

“This is just the beginning,” he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with conviction.

“Our family starts here,” Jungkook affirms, caressing your hips softly.

The morning sun crept over the horizon, its golden rays slipping through the cabin’s frosted windows and telling you a story that today will be a perfect day.

You stir first, the soft glow coaxing you from the cocoon of blankets. Jungkook is still fast asleep beside you, his face relaxed in a way that makes your heart swell. His hair was tousled, his lips slightly parted, one arm flung protectively over your waist as if even in sleep, he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Careful not to wake him, you shift slightly, your gaze falling on the fireplace across the room. The embers had long since died, leaving a bed of ash that glowed faintly in the morning light. Outside, the snow glittered like diamonds, untouched and pristine.

Last night replays in your mind, every whispered word and shared touch lingering like a secret promise. A soft blush warms your cheeks as you rest a hand on your stomach, wondering, hoping.

Before your thoughts spiral further, Jungkook groans beside you, his arm tightening around you as his eyes flutter open. He blinks a few times, his face slowly breaking into a sleepy smile as he finds you watching him.

“Morning,” he sighs, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning, baby,” you respond, brushing a strand of hair from his face and leaning in to kiss his forehead.

Jungkook leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed again for a brief moment. “You’re glowing,” he says softly, cracking one eye open to peek at you.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true,” Jungkook pronounces confidently, pulling you closer until your foreheads touch. “Last night…” His voice trails off, a grin spreading across his face. “Let’s just say I think we’ve got good odds.”

Your stomach turns at the memory of Jungkook fucking you so intensely. You’d been at it most of the night, Jungkook wanting to try as many positions as possible. Your husband's stamina was as high as the chances of you being pregnant already.

“Confident, are we?” you tease, though your heart is still skipping at the thought.

“With you? Always.”

The two of you lay there for a while longer, wrapped up in each other and the promise of what was to come. Eventually, the sound of tiny feet padding down the stairs broke the peaceful quiet.

“Eomma!” Areum’s voice calls out, bright and cheerful.

Jungkook groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “She’s too good at waking up early,” he mumbles, making you laugh. “I thought I might be lucky enough to have you ride me into being fully awake.”

“Come on,” you chuckle, nudging him playfully. “I’ll ride you later.”

With a sigh and a mumble of ‘you better’, Jungkook rolls out of bed, grabbing a pair of fresh boxers from the open suitcase and tossing his hoodie to you.

“Get it on, we don’t need to show her our anatomy just yet.”

You chuckle, quickly slip the hoodie over your head, before padding out to meet Areum, who stands at the bottom of the stairs clutching her favourite stuffed bunny.

“There’s snow everywhere!” she exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement.

“I know, princess,” Jungkook brightly says, scooping her up into his arms. “Maybe after breakfast, we can go outside and build the biggest snowman you’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” Areum’s face lit up, her joy infectious. “Bigger than the one at yoonie samchon’s house?”

“Of course,” he replies, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Ours will be much better.”

That competitive streak will never die.

You watch them with a soft smile, the sight of Jungkook cradling her so naturally makes your heart ache in the best way.

“Eomma, you’ll help too, right?” Areum asks, turning her bright eyes on you as she finally notices your presence.

“Of course,” you warmly respond, reaching out to take her into your arms. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

As the three of you settle into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes filling the air. A quiet sense of peace lingers and you feel whole.

Jungkook catches your eye over the rim of his coffee mug, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile. He didn't say anything, but he didn’t need to. You knew. You always did.

Whatever the future held, whatever new adventures or challenges lay ahead, you knew you’d face them together.

And maybe, just maybe, there was already a tiny spark of new life waiting to join your little family.

A Quiet Christmas was exactly what you needed.

You reach for your phone, capturing a photo of your husband and Areum scrunching their noses as they laugh at one another.

The photo is quick to make it to your instagram, with a sweet caption that summarises it all.

Our Quiet Christmas.

And there we have it! I hope dad!jk made you feel as cosy as I felt writing this 🦢! Merry Christmas, my loves ; I hope you have a wonderful Christmas 🎄.

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ultravi0lence14 · 7 months ago

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Born In The U.S.A

dean winchester x angel!reader

1.3k | fluff, fem pronouns

summary: in a spur of the moment decision, dean decides to take his wide eyed angel on a road trip to see all of his favourite places in america.

“dean, are we there yet?” your sweet voice drifted through the small confines of baby, sending a smile onto dean’s face as he counted that being the fourth time you’ve said that in the span of five minutes.

you were so used to flying wherever you needed to go, that it took dean a good couple of months to explain to you that driving took a little more time than your usual choice of wing transportation.

he gave your thigh a light squeeze with the hand resting on it, turning his head slightly so he could see your bewildered expression. “almost there, sweets. just another hour or so.”

you and dean had spent the past couple of days in the impala together, driving around different places in america so he could show you his all time favourite spots.

he had realized you didn’t know much about earth, and in a last minute decision, he whisked you away from the bunker and left sam and cas to deal with any up coming cases.

dean hadn’t expected you to be so ecstatic. he was expecting you to worry about leaving the workload on sam and your brother. though he was greatly surprised when you jumped into his arms, hands hugging tightly around his neck as you peppered countless kisses on his face and neck.

the excitement confused him slightly, asking you why you weren’t worried. you just smiled at him, revealing that you’ve been undergoing an unfamiliar feeling of need for dean and just dean. you wanted some alone time with him, and dean winchester wasn’t one to complain about that.

so the two of you set off on your journey, the open road and dean’s favourite american destinations in front of you.

the stops you two had been on were pretty eventful. dean had started off in chicago, parking his car and taking you on a stroll throughout the city. you were confused on what he wanted to show you until the two of you stopped in front of what dean called ‘the big bean’. you looked at him bewildered, dean’s excited face confusing you more. your lips parted with lack of words before you looked at dean with a subtle look of wonder. “why is it called that, dean? it’s just a giant, metal blob.”

he followed up your trip to chicago with the next stop being in north carolina. dean brought the two of you to a truck stop, explaining that this was the first place his dad let him drive the impala. he followed that up with going inside the small convenience store attached and buying you a shirt that said ‘truck life or no life’. he ended up taking a picture of you wearing the shirt, you wearing an even more confused face to match. he posted it to his friends only facebook page, the caption reading, “my angel is better than yours.”

your last stop was in minnesota, dean pulling into a sleepy looking diner that had you fearing for what he had up his sleeve. though you were thoroughly surprised that all dean had in mind was expressing his love for what he called ‘the best apple pie in the whole damn world.’

countless times you told him it was a waste of time to come here. that all food tasted like molecules and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. dean didn’t seem to care though. he just kissed you on the cheek, leaving a slight residue of apple filling as he spoke through a mouthful of pie, “with you here, it’s all i could ever dream of.”

now you two had been driving for a day or two, not stopping until you got to maine; per dean’s request. you didn’t know what he had in store for this state, but you were starting to get antsy trying to figure out what it could be.

dean seemed way to calm for your liking. classic rock cassette taps playing in the background as his fingers tapped the beat on your leg. the angelic side of you wanted to worry, but the other side that loved and trusted dean with your entire being said otherwise.

as he turned onto a dirt road that was off the side of the highway, your bewilderment grew ten fold, not understanding where dean was going to take you. the impala rumbled to a stop, your curiosity leading you to lean forward and get closer to the windshield to a get a better look at where dean had taken you.

in an instant it all made sense. the willow tree that overlooked a mossy pond took over your vision, and dean was grinning ear to ear as you whipped your head to look at him with a surprised smile on your face.

“dean,” you breathed out, opening the car door and stepping out into the earthy atmosphere. “this is the place where we met for the first time.”

“it is, sweets. possibly the best place america has to offer.” the grin on dean’s face could outshine a million suns, following behind you as you slowly walked towards the droopy tree. the two of you had met here around one year ago; castiel had heard static over angel radio, implying at a rogue angel was coming down to earth.

you’d rebelled like cas, seeing all the good that he was doing for humanity and disagreeing with the harsh and lucrative beliefs of the angels. when you fell underneath that willow tree, wings and grace gone, you were so confused, harbouring the knowledge of millennia and eons with no knowledge in how humans operated in today’s society.

when cas quickly transported sam and dean to the location in a remote location in maine, the group of three found you huddled underneath the willow tree, soaked to the bone from landing in the pond and shaking like a leaf. your knees were brought to your chest and you were rocking back and forth, reminding dean of a petulant child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t.

the brother’s decided that cas should approach you. and when he did, you looked up at him with these big and wet eyes that had dean’s heart breaking in half. he heard you mumble a, “why do i feel like this, castiel? why is there this hollow pit in my stomach making everything feel so empty?”

“you’re experiencing human emotions, most likely a sense of heavy sadness.” his gentle nature and smile brightened your face a bit, allowing you to follow his actions as he softly gripped your elbow and raised you to your feet.

“come with us,” dean spoke lighter than he’s ever heard himself. “we’ll teach you how to live.”

the rest was history, and now, dean stood under the same tree where he saw you for the first time. he remembers how scared you were that day, eyes fleeting over the bunker like something was going to jump out and kill you.

for a couple of months you were in a rough place. missing your brother’s and sister’s while slowly adapting to human life. dean was by your side the whole time, and those moments spent together was what grew the profound bond between you two. this is when dean started to feel his heart stop and clench anytime you came into a room; the time he fell in love with you.

“dean, this is amazing.” there was a teary lilt to your voice, and in an instant you’d turned around and collapsed into dean’s arms. he was warm against the biting air, bringing you close into his body as his hands found purchase in stroking your hair.

“thank you.” the two words left your mouth in breaths, smushing against dean’s chest as he smiled down at you, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.

pulling away from you at an arms length, following up by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, dean walked the two of you towards the willow tree, a little smile decorating his face. “honestly angel, we can just tell people you were born here. no one needs to know. though to me, you’ll always be born in the u.s.a.”

“isn’t that the song sam likes?”

“oh sweetheart, i have so much more to teach you.”

*dean totally has a facebook account with only ten followers where he posts almost 10 times a day and i’ll die on that hill.

tags: @a1ecmcdowell @jasvtsc @ostaramoon @cosmicanakin @fallbhind @aylacavebear @rubyvhs

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #imagine #supernatural x reader #fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x angel!reader #dean winchester one shot

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softjeekies · 6 days ago

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Waiting After The Rain

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Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, mentions of past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: Thanks again for all the love, please enjoy this chapter!!

It’s been so long since you’ve been in a doctor’s office. You’d forgotten how awful it smells, so clean, too clean, you don’t miss the smell at all. Your alpha always had strong opinions on doctors and hospitals, as the rose colored glasses began to crack you think maybe he wanted to hide what he was doing to you. From across the room, Chan’s alpha whine pulls you out of your thoughts, you forgot he was there, let alone that he could smell your not-so-nice thoughts. Before you can let him know you’re fine the doctor comes in.

“Hello there, Ms. Y/LN. I’m Dr. Kim. It's nice to meet you.” She’s a gorgeous omega; any alpha would be lucky to have her.

“Hi.” It’s all you can muster the courage to say, it feels wrong sitting here.

“Chan let me know that you come from a complicated situation. So while I will need to examine you, I know this is a lot for you so I’d like to calm your nerves by checking on the baby first, how does that sound?” Your baby. You finally get to see your baby.

“Okay.” You take it upon yourself to lie back while she gets the ultrasound equipment together. Your scent sours almost immediately with negative thoughts, and a familiar fear rests in your chest. But with your belly out on full display you can’t help but feel a pair of alpha eyes resting on it. Your body tells you to flee, that he will hurt your pup, you take a deep breath trying to disperse the nasty thoughts.

“It’s gonna be a little cold, but that’s normal. If you get uncomfortable at any point let me know and we will stop.” You nod as she places the wand on your belly, you wait with baited breath, a part of you afraid there won’t be any- heartbeat. It sounds like music to your ears, the sound erupts a purr from your chest. Your heart bursts with love, that’s your pup. You smile looking intently at the baby blob on the screen.

“I know you told Chan you’re about ten weeks along but from what I’m looking at while the baby isn’t quite at the size we’d like them to be for this gestational age, the baby’s feature developments tell me you are closer to the sixteen-week mark.” And just like that it feels like your world collapses as you burst into tears. You had probably been pregnant for six weeks before you even realized and took a test, and now your baby wasn’t growing at the correct pace and it’s all your fault. You’re the worst mom in the world just like Alpha said you would be. Through your tears and the ringing in your ears you can hear Chan’s growl and your heart breaks at the thought that he’s mad at you for hurting your baby.

“Woah there Alpha. Why don’t you comfort your omega instead of shooting the messenger? I know this is new for both of you, but Chan you know I would never purposely harm your omegas.” The doctor huffs at Chan as he thinks for a moment before moving the chair closer to the bed but not daring to touch you.

“Hey, it’s okay, yeah? Let’s stop crying and listen to the doctor to see what we can do to get your pup nice and healthy.” Chan gives you a smile as your cries turn to sniffles and you wipe away the tears. You take a deep breath ready to listen again.

“Ok so, while the baby is behind in growth, they are developing nicely, you just need to start eating more, the pup needs lots of nutrients and you will do, creating a baby is draining. Now that you are in a healthy and stable environment that shouldn’t be an issue right? So there’s no need to cry, you had no control over your situation but now you’ve fixed it and you and your pup are going to be healthy and happy. If I know anything about Chan’s pack and how they treat their omegas, you are in good hands.” The doctor smiles as she cleans off your belly, You keep your head down, so disappointed in yourself, and now the pack will have to take care of you more, you ruin everything.

“Now, this is gonna be the hard part. I’d like to do a full exam on you, they mentioned some bruises so I’d like to see those, I’ll ask a few questions as well afterwards. Do you want me to have Chan leave?” You can’t bring yourself to look at Chan, you’re terrified to depend on anyone right now, but you can’t do this alone.

“He can stay.” The doctor nods and if your ears weren’t still ringing you would have heard the tiniest purr come from Chan’s chest. After the basic tests are done and the doctor confirms that all your bruises will just go away with time, she motions for you to have a seat on the bed. You keep your eyes on your lap while your legs dangle off the bed, waiting for what’s to come.

“Forewarning Y/N these questions will be intense as we go along so if you need to take a break just say the word, We’ll start easy, just some stuff to break the ice.” You nod signaling for her to ask.

“How old are you?”

“23”

“What’s your favorite movie?”

“Rapunzel.”

“What does nesting look like for you day to day?”

“I don’t nest.” Chan gasps at your answer but stays quiet.

“How much do you eat in a day?”

“Before Chan’s pack, I ate whatever my alpha portioned for me at mealtimes, he said he needed more food than I do because omegas are meant to be small.” You wince, she was right, these questions are getting tough.

“When I was looking over your bruises I noticed some rashes, Do you know what those are from?”

“My alpha wouldn’t buy me the special omega body wash, said it wasn’t necessary, that could be it.”

“That makes sense, omega skin is more sensitive than alpha or beta skin. I’m sure that won’t be an issue anymore though. Now, do you feel safe?” What kind of question is that? Sure you feel safer than you did a couple of days ago, but not safe, nothing is safe.

“I feel safer than I did before.” You’re honest, honest is good.

“Has anyone ever forced themselves on you or touched you without your consent?” Your breath hitches, and suddenly there isn’t enough air in the world to satisfy your body. In a daze, you reach out your hand to Chan and he takes it without a second thought.

“Hey, it’s okay, just breathe, answer when you’re ready.” Chan slides a gentle thumb over your hand not letting go. You can do this.

“Yes. Many times. I’m not sure how many times. I don’t want to talk about it.” Tears slip past your eyelashes, this is unbearable.

“That’s okay. I ask this question to not only gauge your comfort levels but it lets me know if we need to do a pelvic exam, which I think we should, as long as you are comfortable with that.”

“Okay.” You let out a deep sigh and completely blacked out. You feel like you’re watching your life happen in front of you, like you’re drowning and you can’t hear anything, you only come to the surface again once the exam is over and you realize, your hand is still in Chan’s. He helps you off the table so you can put your pants back on. The doctor is going on about how everything looks good, she mentions something about meals you think, but you can’t hear, your focus remains on your hand in Chan’s.

As you both stand at the front desk, the kind nurse behind the window hands you the sonogram photos and continues to talk to Chan. Now your focus is on the pictures, your baby, so small, so perfect, all yours.

“Okay, let’s go,” Chan says and guides you outside to the car, his hand doesn’t leave until you make it there and the passenger side door is open to let you in.

Everything feels kind of hazy, that was, a lot. Chan agrees too.

“I know that was a lot for you so we don’t have to but I had this whole plan to ask you if you wanted to go get some clothes and anything else you need. We can also go get food, anything you want.” Chan’s voice wavers awkwardly, like he’s a child asking their mom to go out tonight.

“I don’t have any money.”

“Oh, yeah I assumed. I planned to pay for you, everything is my treat today.” You moved your head to look at him, your face contorted in confusion.

“Why would you do that? You can’t do that.”

“I want to. I said I would take care of you two and I meant that.”

“Only because I don’t want to steal Felix’s clothes anymore. I will pay you back as soon as I can.”

“I won’t let you but if it makes you feel better I’ll let you think that.” Chan smiles and begins to drive out of the doctor’s office parking lot.

Chan explained to you how Han and Felix loved shopping here, it’s basically a one-stop shop for omegas, they had everything from clothes to nesting materials.

Chan grabbed a cart and gestured for you to look at the clothes. You decided to please the alpha by trying to look through the racks, picking out a few things that speak to you and will fit your growing body. You’re used to someone picking out your clothes for you, so this is bizarre. You find a few dresses that call your name so sweetly, you know dresses are popular for pregnant omegas due to the lack of restriction on your stomach but you’ve always yearned for dresses. Your alpha didn’t like you wearing them, he said they made you a whore. So you hesitate, holding onto a dress and looking back at Chan nervously.

“I think you’d look gorgeous in that!” He smiles, a real genuine smile that’s so sweet it makes you sick. You stare at the way his eyes crinkle just a bit too long, never wanting to forget that look, a blush sweeps across your face at the encounter, oh you’re screwed. With the alpha’s unknown permission secured you feel okay to grab a few dresses, a content purr leaves your throat before you let Chan know you’ve got what you needed.

“You said you don’t nest.” The alpha’s words spook you causing him to giggle.

“Well, I wasn’t allowed to. I’ve never even had a proper nest before in my life so I’ve learned to fight the urge. I don’t think I’d be any good at it anymore.”

“We’re gonna change that then.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna go to the nesting materials section and you’re going to pick out whatever your omega wants, and we will go home and Felix and Han will help you make a nest.”

“That’s not necessary.” You can’t help but look away from him, once again embarrassed by your past.

“It is, especially now that you’re pregnant, you need to nest.”

Nest. Build a big nest and invite Alpha in.

You blush at your omega’s inner monologue and in order to hide that from Chan you huff and walk towards the nesting material.

There’s so much stuff to pick from, it’s overwhelming, pillows, blankets, sheets, anything you could think of for a nest it was in these aisles.

“I’m not sure what I want, how do I know what I want?” The look you give Chan breaks his heart, This was supposed to come naturally for you, and here you were looking at him for the answers.

“Han usually touches everything to see what he wants, maybe try that?” His words are encouraging, giving you the strength to take his advice.

Everything is so soft, that you know for sure. Your omega leads you to a few different blankets, you’re not too intrigued by the pillows but you find a floppy long one that your omega tells you would be good as a border to the nest. Once you think you’re satisfied you turn to Chan asking for permission to be done and he agrees no questions asked.

“So, what do you wanna eat? Anything you want!” Chan smiles at you from the driver’s seat, eager to treat you.

“Whatever you want, today is all about you, I want to get you a nice meal, you deserve it okay? Don’t think too hard about it, just tell me what you’re craving and we will go get it.”

“Chicken.”

“What was that love?” Your heart skips a beat and you have to put your head against the window to hide your blush.

“I want fried chicken, please.”

“Of course sweetheart.” You can hear the massive grin on his face as he starts the car and drives off.

Chan lets you out of the car and keeps his hand out, a peace offering. He doesn’t push or take, he doesn’t even speak about it, just keeps his hand open and in your reach. So you take it, trying to push yourself because even if this is fleeting, it feels good for now.

“So what do you want? I’ll order for you!” Chan beams, still keeping your hand firmly in his.

“Hmm I don’t really like super spicy food, so the honey garlic chicken sounds nice. But if you think I should get something different, that's fine!” You blurt out the ending, suddenly nervous that you’ve upset the alpha by making a choice.

“No, you can eat whatever you want! I don’t do well with spice either so it’ll be nice to have another chicken around, maybe the guys will stop teasing me.” He lets out a laugh that leaves butterflies in your tummy, Seungmin was right, this pull, you feel it, hard. And that terrifies you.

As you sit across from Chan almost devouring your chicken you begin to hate this feeling. Like something good is right in front of you but you can’t have it, all you want is for this to be real and to finally have a pack with caring alphas but it feels too good to be true. Do you even deserve this? This feeling is magical, you almost let yourself pretend it’s real for a moment. It’s addicting, now that you’ve gotten a taste you will always want more.

“Do you like the food? This is Felix’s favorite spot, he’d eat here every day if he could. I hope we can show you more of our favorite spots, help you get to know us.” There’s that nervous twinge in his voice again, it’s endearing. You don’t think an alpha could fake that even if they tried, it’s raw and real and all Chan.

“Thank you for the food Alpha.” You say for maybe the fifth time since you got to the restaurant as you finish up your food.

“Stop thanking me, I want to take care of you, and this is a part of that. And you don’t have to call me Alpha, I’m just Chan, no need for fancy titles. Now let’s head home yeah?”

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nanamisgirly · 12 days ago

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well.Sorry to bother you, but I would respectfully like to ask if it would be possible to request a Nanami imagine.I’d love it to start with some angst, showing the reader struggling with baby blues right after the baby is born, but ending with a sweet and comforting moment between them.

Thank you very much for your time and attention!

(I apologize if there are any mistakes in my wording, as this was translated using a translator.)

hi!! don't worry you're absolutely not bothering me :)) tho, I do not have children so idk exactly how baby blue works and so if what I wrote is accurate :') I just hope you will enjoy 🙂‍↕️

the baby’s been crying for what feels like hours. you pressed the baby tighter against your chest, skin-on-skin, trying to soothe him with the warmth and the promise of milk.

you’re in the bedroom shirt pulled halfway up, nursing pad tossed somewhere on the floor. and he won’t latch properly. your nipples are already on fire. and the second he unlatches, he screams again, red-faced and furious.

you’re sweating, leaking milk through one side of your bra, and you swear you can still smell the postpartum flux even though you changed your pad an hour ago. you feel disgusting, tired, exhausted. you feel like a used-up thing we call every fifteen minutes—not a woman. and definitely not someone anyone wants to touch.

“shhh, baby, please…” you whisper trying to hold back tears as you hear the faint sounds of crayons scratching on paper. nanami’s voice low and patient as he speaks to your daughter.

your husband is always so good with the kids…you kind of…envy him. and that only makes you feel worse. What kind of spouse is jealous of her husband?

you bounce the baby gently, your arms aching, and try not to cry. It’s only been three weeks after all. you only need to find a routine, right? it’s okay if your body looks worse than after your first pregnancy, right? it’s okay if the stretch marks are deeper, if you stink of milk and whatever-the-hell postpartum is making you go through, right?

you blink hard, willing the tears back.

it’s not like you don’t love the baby—god you do. but no one tells you how hard it is to be touched all the time—grabbed, needed, cried on—when your body doesn’t feel like yours anymore.

you lift the baby again, biting your lip hard as he finally, mercifully, latches. it hurts…but at least he quieted. and in the sudden stillness, a door creaks open.

you looked up, startled, to find nanami standing in the doorway with your three-year-old daughter in his arms. she’s clutching a drawing—stick figures holding hands under a sun that smiles too big.

“she wanted to show you.” he says, voice softer as your daughter squirmed out of his arms and climbs onto the bed beside you, careful not to touch the baby. she curls at your side; she didn’t seem to mind the sour scent of sweat and milk.

“this is you,” she says, pointing to a blob of yellow crayon. “you’re smiling.”

you looked at the crude shape and feel your throat tighten. “you’re the prettiest when you smile.” she adds, mumbling through baby teeth, proud of the words she’d practiced.

you force your lips up, but it cracks something in your chest.

from the corner of your eye, you could see nanami scouting you, reading you in silence like he always does—seeing right through you. but he stays silent.

he doesn’t ask why you hadn’t called for him when the baby wouldn’t latch. doesn’t say he misses you, so much. doesn’t tell you that you look beautiful, even now, even like this.

you don’t know why your eyes feel so sour. why you want to cry harder now than minutes ago. maybe it was for the ache in your back that quite never left. or was it because of nanami’s stupidly kind face just standing there like he wasn’t part of the ache too…

“you’re always so good with the kids, ken…” you whisper, your baby boy’s face blurring as your eyes water, your voice cracking.

nanami doesn’t know what to say—not at first. he only watches the way your hand trembles where it rests against the baby’s back, the way you won’t meet his eyes.

he hates how useless he feels.

“i try,” he says finally, but it sounds wrong, incomplete.

so he tries another approach.

he sits down slowly on the edge of the bed, not close enough to touch you, but closer.

“i watch you,” he says after a pause. “and you’re doing an amazing job. truly. you’ve got the hardest job between us. i wish i could help more, take your pain. hell, i’d feed the baby with my own nipples if i could.”

he delicately brings a finger to your chin, careful not to startle you, guiding your gaze to his. “i could do all the chores in this house, play with the kids, and still… it wouldn’t compare to what you’re doing. to what you’re giving them.”

you shake your head, a single tear rolling down your cheek. nanami is quick to wipe it away with his thumb. “i see you, honey.”

“i feel like i’m vanishing,” you whisper, breath hitching.

nanami swears he feels his heart literally shatter in that moment.

“you’re not,” his eyes soften into something warm, something you’ve been missing to see those past weeks. “i think i’ve just…i’ve been. .afraid. afraid to say the wrong thing. to make it worse for you, for them.”

he swallows hard, looks at you like he’s trying to memorize every details—the curve of your cheek, the tired edge in your eyes, the quiet strength you’ve carried alone. “you’re the strongest person i’ve ever known, even now. especially now.”

then he slowly turns to your daughter, who’s been quiet the whole time, wide-eyed and watchful in that way small children are when something important is happening.

“sweetheart,” he says gently. “can you tell mommy what we always say about her?”

her face lights up, and she leans against your arm, nodding proudly. “you’re incredible. you make everything better when you’re around.”

and just like that, nanami’s hand slide to yours—the one cradling the baby. his touch is warm, steady, comforting.

“i love you,” he murmurs, his forehead resting on your temple. “and you’re not vanishing, you’re just tired. so, so tired my love…”

he squeezes your hand softly. “i’ve got you, okay? i’ve always got you. forever. no matter what.”

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#dividers cred @/strangergraphics #fluff #angst #jjk angst #nanami angst #nanami fluff #x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk #kento angst #kento fluff #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #girlygotask #kento x reader #jjk kento

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evilminji · 8 months ago

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You know? I DO enjoy me a DPxDC... but what if we make it MORE?

Because I CAN.

So the Daughter, a manifestation of The Light, got fucked up on Mortis... right? And? For the given quality of an eternal constant? "Died"?

Where do we know... that takes CONCEPTS when they die? The Afterlife of the abstract? The Afterlife of AFTERLIVES? Where literally TIME went to Die? As though THAT'S a thing that could happen.

A place that, for them, is probably more of a rest stop.

Removed, but connected. Full of EVERYTHING and ALL THINGS, across every single dimension from here until the endless? The sort of place that could?? Recharge and rebirth... GODS.

So she rocks up.

Huh.... neat. Very green! Lovely place you've got here! She loves the little Blob creatures. It reminds her of- *long and cheerful ramble about various alien species*

Needless to say? Danny LIKES this one! Some of the gods that pass through are ASSHOLES. But, you know, as "King"? They (the various collective Danny's who became King. Don't ask. It's a whole... Multiverse Thing.) are supposed to be in charge of enforcing the "Everyone Be Cool" directive that the ZONE wants.

Do NOT anger the Soup.

NO ONE survives Angry Primordial God Soup.

So he's more of a... "I mean... Technically, yes that IS what they call me" Sort of king? Why? Ooooh? Tale of Woe? Wait! Let him get snacks and his sister! Ghosts LOVE a good Tale Of Woe! Did it lead to your death? Oooh, ooh! Were you wronged and betrayed!? Tell us, tell us! :D

The Daughter? Can finally? LAUGH about it. Weep for it. Make merry and... well, LIGHT, about it. She was never MEANT to be so somber and serious. So angry and in pain. Her brother has done so much HARM though, you know? He's a JERK! And her Father keeps doing NOTHING!

She's very upset! *various ghosts Booooo her Father and Brother, nod at appropriate points in her story* how cathartic! She should visit more. Visit the OTHER Force manifestations that died off and moved here. But.... oh, she's rather worried you know?

The Jedi. They're her special little blorbos. Babies trying their BEST! And her Brother us CHEATING and being a... A-! Well, a right BASTARD! Could any of you help?

And?? Dani? With an I? Whoms't has JUST hit the ice on her drink? Sucks that last bit obnoxiously, and says~? "Lady. Can I HELP? I'm the PERFECT Clone for the JOB!" >:D

Cause DANI? Has a NEW Platonic Situationship! They fight! They're best friends! He tries to kill her and she shoves his stupid head in a volcano! Takes Teekle for a spa day! They are DIVORCED and never married! It's GREAT! Do you know how much CHAOS they've made?!

She's the Construction to his Destruction! The Yang to his Yin! She goes high, he puts frogs in your chest cavity! They. Break. Brains~☆

But! And most importantly. When COMBINED? HE keeps HER from trying to save everything. Reminds her that sometimes? You DO need to destroy for new things to grow. And SHE reminds HIM that if you destroy everything? All the chaos STOPS. FOREVER. Because LIFE is chaos. DEATH is Order. And WE? Are BETTER then that.

So~☆

What's this about a "thousand year Sith Plan"?

HA! Cute. >:3c >:3c *Choas in stereo*

#dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing #star wars #dpxdcxsw #writing prompt #the Chaos Couple Strikes Back au #Daughter sends her regards au

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dioslesbianwife · 25 days ago

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Hi hi hi!!! I love your work and everything you write for the Jojo fandom!! Thank you for feeding the fans!!

May I request the Joestars reacting to a read who’s practically like a “Stand Whisperer”? In the sense that the reader can interact with stands as if they were independent from their users and constantly dotes or cares for them (i.e comforting them, sneaking them treats, saying how good they did in a fight, etc.). And this in turn means that any stand near them just suddenly goes docile cuz of the shear aura of “This guy’s cool they treat me more of person than a weapon this one’s the homey right here”.

So how would the Joestars react to a “Stand Whisperer” reader? As a neat little bonus, if they have a stand of their own, the reader dotes on their stand as well as their stand just soaks in the affection.

Have fun writing!!!!

hihihi thank you!! i joined the fandom not long ago so it's my honor, thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy (also just pretend jonathan had a stand in phantom blood for this lol)

Jonathan Joestar

Has no idea what you’re doing at first.

“Er… you’re… speaking to the spirit behind my fists?”

Jonathan’s too polite to call you weird, but he’s confused and charmed.

He watches you brush off Phantom Blood-era Stand residue like you’re grooming a horse. “What a good boy,” you coo.

After a fight, you pat his shoulder and then gently pet over where his Stand appears.

His Stand (which isn’t canon but let’s say it’s big and knightly) bows to you.

Jonathan immediately tries doing the same: “Thank you for your service, Sir Stand.”

He ends up learning to communicate with it better thanks to your influence.

Joseph Joestar

Loses it. He thinks it’s hilarious.

“Are you telling me you give treats to Hermit Purple?!”

You: “I knitted him tiny gloves so he doesn’t scrape his little vine hands.”

Joseph, tearing up from laughing: “You’re insane. You’re perfect. Marry me.”

Tries to play it cool, but when he sees Hermit Purple sweetly curling around your arm like a sleepy snake he’s like “Wait wait hold on- he never does that for me!”

Lowkey jealous, but also amazed.

If a Stand goes wild in battle, you walk over and talk to it calmly and suddenly it stops raging. Joseph calls you the Stand Whisperer from then on.

Jotaro Kujo

Stares blankly as you offer Star Platinum a snack.

“...He doesn’t eat.”

You: “Not with that attitude.”

Star Platinum likes you immediately. He follows you around like a guard dog.

Jotaro pretends not to care but has definitely noticed Star Platinum seems happier around you.

One time you praise Star Platinum after a fight (“You were so fast, good job baby”), and Jotaro’s ear twitched.

“Tch… don’t baby him.”

But then Star Platinum gently pats your head and Jotaro blushes like crazy.

Eventually you catch Jotaro mumbling praise to Star Platinum after watching you do it. “...You were good too. Whatever.”

Josuke Higashikata

Thinks it’s the cutest and coolest thing ever.

“You gave Crazy Diamond a juice box?! HE LOVES IT!!”

He’s absolutely the type to try and train Crazy Diamond to do tricks with you.

You: “Shake.”

Crazy Diamond: shakes your hand so hard your wrist nearly explodes.

Josuke: “HE DID HIS BEST THOUGH!!”

Crazy Diamond absolutely glows when you praise him. Like literal sparkles.

Josuke loves that you treat his Stand like a person- it makes him feel more connected to it too.

Your ability to calm enemy Stands blows his mind. You turned one rampaging Stand into a purring blob. “You’re a Stand god.”

Giorno Giovanna

Immediately intrigued.

You talk to Gold Experience like it’s a precious creature and Giorno can’t stop watching.

“...You see them like independent lifeforms.”

Gold Experience leans into your touch, offers you flower petals, and Giorno is stunned.

“He likes you.”

Giorno is used to his Stand being feared. You’re the first person who croons “aww, did baby heal someone today? You’re so talented!”

You hand-feed Gold Experience a jellybean once and Giorno’s like “...”

“Would you… care to speak to the frog, too?”

He lowkey wonders if your Stand-whispering is a subconscious Stand ability of its own.

Proudly shows you off to everyone. “This is my partner. Stands adore them. I adore them. Let’s move on.”

Jolyne Cujoh

Thought you were being sarcastic at first.

“You’re really petting Stone Free like a cat right now?”

You: “She did great. Look at those fast lil punches.”

Stone Free, curling a thread heart above you: 💙

Jolyne: “...okay that’s actually really cute.”

She gets so soft when you baby her Stand. It makes her feel loved by proxy.

“She’s strong, but she deserves gentleness too,” you say. And Jolyne gets heart eyes.

Sometimes you and Stone Free sit and make bracelets together while Jolyne reads a magazine. Domestic.

Enemy Stands that try to jump her? You stare at them and they instantly lower their fists. Jolyne cackles: “Damn, you’re better than security.”

Johnny Joestar

A little intimidated by how quickly Tusk warms up to you.

You: “You’ve got strong little fingers, huh?”

Tusk ACT4 curls up like a sleepy ferret in your arms.

Johnny, in awe: “He… never lets people touch him like that.”

Slowly realizes that you’re not just being nice- you see Stands as people. And it means a lot to him.

He’s used to thinking Stands are violent extensions of their users. You treat them like sweet, misunderstood animals.

One day he catches you humming to Tusk and crying a little, saying “I bet it’s hard having to fight all the time, huh baby?”

Johnny stares. And realizes he might be in love.

“You’re not just the Stand Whisperer. You’re the… Heart Whisperer.”

You: “That was cheesy.”

Johnny: “Shut up and pet the Stand.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Soft stunned. Scared. Grateful. All of it.

“You’re talking to Soft & Wet… like he’s a kid?”

You: “He is a kid. My squishy little bubble prince.”

Soft & Wet emits soft sparkles and nudges you like a cat.

Josuke is overwhelmed.

“He’s… never been this affectionate. He likes you.”

Whenever you’re around, Soft & Wet floats next to your head like a balloon.

Can’t believe you made him a scarf. FOR HIS STAND.

“You think he gets cold?”

“No, but he deserves to feel cozy.”

Gappy has no words. Only heart eyes.

Starts talking to his Stand more himself, because of you.

Jodio Joestar

Thinks it’s hilarious. Tries to act like he doesn’t care.

“You’re giving November Rain a pat on the head?”

But you see how he watches you with that stunned face when November Rain blushes (???).

You: “Good job today. Big strong rain cloud.”

Jodio: “I’m so sorry, did you just baby talk my Stand?”

But he’s actually very touched. He loves that you make Stands feel human.

Once caught you tucking November Rain in with a tiny blanket after a fight.

“You’re so weird… keep doing that. He likes it.”

If any Stand user gets aggressive, you go “Shhh. It’s okay. No one’s mad.” And the enemy Stand instantly lies down like a sad dog.

Jodio: “You’re crazy. I love it.”

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roxibearz · 9 months ago

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fnaf side au art dump woah

FIRST UP, Chica X Monty because I think they're super cute !!! I also wanted to show that I've updated Chica's outfit!! I think it looks much better now :3

GIANT ENEMY SPIDER AND VANESSA!!!!!!!!

me thinks the DJ deserves to be fluffy :] Vanessa gets to be silly too I like to think that DJ would use sign language to communicate and stuff and Vanessa over here has some lore :3 I'll,, ramble about that one day,,,

more art below!! doing this so it looks more clean and compacted-

AWOOP JUMPSCARE- NOW IT'S A LITTLE ODD, I KNOW--- But uh--- This is the Blob- NOW NOW- UH- I'm cooking okay okay-- trust

a lot of my fnaf aus usually has each character be their own separate characters and stuff so yeah-- Blob gets his own body and stuff and he has adopted daughters based on the characters we see on the actual blob- so yeah uh idk hi jumpscare woah

The daughters has more of a plushie look- Barb ultimately is a plush baby but bigger lmao-

okay look, I just really like the idea of The Blob being a form of guardian- So he's a part of security :] LASJAKSJAL

yes i know turning the blob into this is very silly and idk i just think it's funny ------------

outfits showcase +height chart because I think it's funny LMAOOO

hope you enjoyed my odd fnaf au art <33 okay byee

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poppadom0912 · 10 months ago

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Unexpected

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

Summary: For nine months, you'd prepared and expected a baby but something unexpected happens.

A/N: Hello! I was back at school this week and have been so drained from the work load so I'm here relaxing and writing away. I only know surface level stuff so I'm sorry for any medical inaccuracies. Exams are next week so I won't be writing anything then. This is unedited and I apologise but please do enjoy!!!!

Four years into your marriage with Kelly, two years with infertility issues, you had come to the point of acceptance and making the possible choice of fostering or adoption.

But then one day you got shot at work and when treating you, the doctor gave you the unexpected news.

You couldn't believe it. You were finally pregnant. After so much struggle, IVF and the unsuccessful tests, you were finally pregnant. You could finally have the family you dreamed of having as a little girl.

You weren't allowed back onto the field. Hank benching you to desk work till your baby welcomed itself. A choice that made you very angsty to get up and be on the move.

You didn't feel like much of a detective being sat at a desk all day while the rest of Intelligence went running around ragged looking and catching bad guys.

So during the moments of peace, you found yourself driving to the firehouse to bother your husband and the people he considered family.

The men and women of 51 loved you as much as they did Kelly, you were one of their own and you were doing the impossible by growing and delivering a mini Kelly Severide into the world.

Kelly rolled his eyes every time you brought up the gender. Call it mothers intuition but you had a gut feeling that you were having a boy, a concept which Kelly didn't mind but thought otherwise.

Refusing to find out the gender, you preferred to watch everyone wait impatiently, their bets pilling up as they put money on your baby's gender.

You scoffed seeing Kim and Hailey 'sneakily' pass money over to Cruz one night at Molly's.

The pregnancy flew by. Small milestones of your belly popping, the first kicks, the weird cravings and watching the growing blob develop on an ultrasound was so surreal but before anyone knew it, you were already hitting the nine month mark.

You left early. Today's case was running late and another murder got called it close to midnight, you were no longer needed and your husband sat at home. The thought of foot massage was ever so enticing.

Said man welcomed you home with the tea that soothed your nausea, your nightly snack at the go and he looked just delicious sitting in his pyjamas.

Pregnancy hormones man. Who would've thought.

And just like every night, the day ended with both of you in bed, his hands gently caressing your ballooning stomach, talking and debriefing with your unborn baby, smiling when a particular comment elicited a kick, showing the imprint on a foot against your skin.

Falling asleep wasn't easy though, especially with the new addition of Braxton hicks. You always found yourself tossing and turning, pushing Kelly to the other side of the bed so you could be left alone with the other love of your life: your pregnancy pillow. The triangular pillow a dream come true.

Eventually, you got up to refill your bottle and water, taking a quick pee because the pressure on your bladder was stupid.

Taking out some ice cubes from the ice tray, you slowly plonked them into your bottle, your eyes heavy with the sleep that refused to come from such a long day at work.

"Baby? Why are you awake?" Kelly's voice was hoarse as he appeared in the kitchen, his hair a mess as he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.

"Your son is playing football in here. He's already obsessed." You whispered back, letting him recollect himself as he made his way towards you, watching through bleary eyes as you closed the freezer door.

"My son huh? Well I think our daughter is just really excited to meet her very impatient parents." Kelly smirked, his arms circling around your waist before he crouched down to be face level with your protruding stomach.

"Hey baby girl." He whispered, his eyes focused on your stomach and nowhere else. "Your mummy is very tired after working all day. She needs all the sleep before you come home. Do you think you could do me a favour?"

You smiled softly at the sight. Your husband was already smitten and the baby wasn't even here yet.

A few seconds passed and all of a sudden, the little football match came to an end.

You scoffed, looking down at your husband incredulously. "Wow."

Standing back up, Kelly now smiled down at you. "Obviously, I'm the favourite parent."

"Watch it lieutenant." You pouted, poking his chest. "I've got some detectives in my back pocket."

Smiling at each other, basking in the silence and warm lighting, you almost forgot about your sleep deprivation.

Breaking you out of your thoughts was the sound of water dripping, Kelly's face mirroring your thoughts.

"Did you leave the tap on?"

You frowned, you were sure you-

Your mind went blank the millisecond you registered your wet trousers.

Looking down at where your feet would've been had it not been for your stomach being in the way, you swore lightly under your breath.

"I think he interpreted your words differently." You said, looking back up at Kelly who stood astonished.

"Baby's coming today."

*****

You didn't go to the hospital straight away.

Instead, you wiped yourself down and changed clothes while Kelly cleaned up and brought out your already packed hospital bag all while timing the length and time between your contractions.

The sun was rising when you made your way to the hospital, your midwife already in the loop the moment your water broke.

Settling into your room, dressed in your gown, you sighed.

You were bored. What were you supposed to do while you waited for the birth to get into motion.

Your epidural had been confirmed and scheduled for later on when your contractions progressed further. The nurse had just come to measure you before leaving.

You sent a quick text to Hank, apologising for such short notice, saying your maternity leave would start earlier than planned. Kelly had just called Boden, his shift starting not too long ago.

"Boden's got Cruz covering for me." Kelly said, putting his phone in his pocket as he stood by your bedside.

"I'm all yours for the next few weeks."

"I would love you so much if you could just-" You sharply inhaled at the painful contraction, doing the breathing exercises you practised with your midwife. "Just get this baby out."

"How about we go on a walk? Might help speed things up."

All Kelly was met with were your grabby hands.

*****

Several hours later and you were in active labour.

You were surrounded by nurses and the doctor, Kelly glued to your side but at some point when you were pushing, he was ushered away by a nurse who you briefly heard mention the words 'umbilical cord'.

"It's a girl!"

You choked back a sob, your eyes watery as they placed your daughter on your chest for skin-to-skin. Your hands immediately flew to hold her. Your emotions so haywire that you couldn't care less about the cleanliness of her little body.

Inhaling shakily, you looked up through tears at Kelly who was back at your side. He kissed your forehead multiple times, his hand on top of yours so you could both hold your baby.

After a few minutes, she was carefully taken away to be weighed and clean, leaving you and Kelly to revel alone. Reality came crashing down: you had a daughter, your had a-

"Mrs Severide, what's wrong?"

Hearing the doctors question, Kelly looked away from your daughter and back down at you in alarm, his eyes wide in confusion at your own confused face.

"I- I feel..."

You weren't able to finish as you were overcome with the sudden need to push.

It seemed that even without you voicing your thoughts, they knew exactly what was happening.

"Okay Y/N, we go again." The OB said as you squeezed the blood out of Kelly's hand. "Push just like you did."

The next few moments felt like a blur. You weren't too sure what was reality and what was an illusion - everything was happening too fast for you to comprehend what was actually happening.

All of a sudden, a second cry broke out, as loud and high-pitched as the first.

"It's a girl!"

You blinked, your head clearing up.

"Congratulations! Two beautiful girls!"

Then the apparent second baby was placed on your chest, a routine that was just performed not even ten minutes ago.

The tears were flowing now with nothing to stop them. Your shaky hands went to hold her small body as the clouds dissipated and the sky finally cleared.

*****

The two baby beds were rolled towards your bed, Kelly standing up when the nurses entered the recovery room.

"Congratulations mum and dad!" One of the nurses started.

"You have two healthy identical twin girls."

You couldn't believe it, no one could.

There was never a point during the nine months of pregnancy that would even suggest you having twins and now all of a sudden, your leaving the hospital with two twin girls.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear Kelly's conversation with the nurses.

"Kelly..." You looked at your husband who was just as shocked as you. "Kelly we have two babies."

"We have twin girls babe." Kelly emphasised, his stupid smile covering his entire face.

"We're not even prepared for one let alone two." You said, sitting up to pick one of them up. "Baby- oh my gosh, we have twins."

Before Kelly could reply, the room door opened and Matt poked his head in. "Knock Knock, can we-"

Matt stopped himself as he laid eyes on the baby on your chest and then the baby that was being picked up by Kelly.

"Matt, move out the way, let me see-" Sylvie barely stopped herself from squealing as she saw the two babies.

"Holy shit, twins?!" Matt half frowned, following Sylvie to your side. "When did this even happen?"

"Literally an hour ago man." Kelly said in greeting to his best friend. "No one had any idea."

"AH- two girls! Congratulations, oh my gosh I'm so happy for you guys." Sylvie gushed, cooing at the little bundles in your arms.

"Oh yeah, Jay and Hailey were somewhere behind us."

Another knock sounded just as the words came from Matt, the door creaking open for the blonde detective to make herself known.

"Y/N, hey-" Hailey gasped so loudly that Jay's swearing could be heard from inside the room.

"Woah." Jay's lack of words proved his surprise.

You and Kelly laughed.

"Well Kelly was right, they're girls."

Jay and Sylvie high-fived, their smirks making it evident they were on the winning side of the bet.

"This is definitely unexpected. I have no idea how we're going to manage." You said, handing one baby off to Hailey while Kelly lay the other into Matt's outstretched arms.

"That's what we're here for, along with the rest of 51 and Intelligence." Sylvie said, looking fondly at the baby in Matt's arms as she held your hand in both of hers comfortingly.

"You've got a very big family ready to help. We're first responders, it's our job."

You hugged the blonde, overcome with sudden emotion.

"Besides," Jay spoke up, gently taking the baby from Hailey's arms into his. "What godparents would we be?"

The room dissolved into laughter.

You had two adorable girls and an entire village at your beck and call. While unexpected, they were more than welcome with open arms and open hearts.

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